Sitting at my writing table…I feel flat this morning. I am grateful for the song birds who are singing so beautifully today, just now coming to the feeder. I am all of a sudden (listening to the nudge) re/membering a small book on my shelf behind me. I go straight to it (often I have to scan shelves to get what I’m looking for).
The book is The Robin Makes a Laughing Sound: A Birder’s Journal by Sallie Wolf. (published 2010).
“At first glance this is a book about bird identification and behavior. But look more carefully: journaling helps us to observe, think, evaluate, record and create.” (from the back cover).
She did a book signing at Viva Books where I use to work. I had forgotten that this book was signed:
“To Carla – It all begins in the journals. Write on!” Sallie Wolf
This idea of “write on” – I do that and sometimes I wonder what in the hell for
Some days it feels like a useless waste of time and paper
The filled journal then added to a stack of other filled volumes – put in a box under the bed or in storage
Is there any redeeming value to this practice that I cannot not continue?
Stay away 3 or 4 days and I’m running back here to the blank page
Sitting down to write
If nothing comes I’ve been known to mark the date and move on
My messy writing table and the clean slate of the blank page together settle and center me
My breath deepens, I sense this flush deep in my body
I sit here and release myself
to the mercy of the pen and the paper
and all feels right
So, yes! Write On!
April 12, 2021 at 6:08 pm
Sounds like a lovely book (no “bird sounds” intended). The birds I heard this morning were extremely loud and uninviting.