Nostalgic Moments from the archives (originally posted 7.6.11) -
Inspired by Miri G, and
dedicated to her, because sometimes you just have to take a moment and play
hide and seek with the words inside you. Whether professionally or personally,
it is necessary at times to simply stop and hear your own internal ripples to
inspire the unfinished written works inside you to move closer to the “done”
Those of you who have received my homemade stationary have seen this kind of stuff.
I am sitting in the office in Arlington, preparing photos for a restaurant review that will be published later today. At this moment, I am listening to Proust and the Squid – The Story and Science of the Reading Brain by Maryanne Wolf, narrated by Kristen Potter. Listening to this audio book and jumping about mentally I am, within a ten second loop, considering the restaurant review formation (mixing the images and text in a mental storyboard), the progress review for school (which is the main reason for listening to the Wolf audio book), the bible verses I listened to this morning, the bills that I must fill out for clientele, and my reply to my good friend Miri.
Miri is one of the many brilliantes I met at my Goddard Spring Residency. She is part of the group of people in my life that, like me, share a love of letter writing. This art is something that is falling away it seems, in light of the ease and speed of the digital communication technology all around us. I am one who appreciates being forced to slow down and take the time to taste each word in my head as I hear it, in my mouth as I imagine saying it to the letter recipient, and in my hands as I write it out. It is a long slow process, and I love it. Miri is one who writes longhand cursive with clipped curves, and excited punctuation. I truly enjoy not only what she writes, but the physical expression of her mind on paper. Each curve and line is a hug (she also doodles in the corners, so I get the fun aspect of her art imagery and art text).
“Dearie Miri” sent me a video the other day, but told me I couldn’t watch it until I received her letter, which was an accompaniment. It was an exercise in patience, and rewarded with a beautiful poem and awesome written art.
As I was writing her reply letter I began to write prose as well. The words made me feel beautiful and peaceful. Miri inspired me to inspire myself. Now I am off to write my restaurant review.
|From the last Restaurant Review for FW&D that I wrote. Isn't that smile DARLING?|
But I leave you with a snippet of what I wrote to Miri:
I should be writing a Restaurant Review, but I feel stilled by the words in my heart.
As if a wind blew softly, and a leaf on the wind landed dancingly on the still water surface of my heart.
Ahhh, I heard the click in you. I see you know this image.
The gentle ripple of words in my “good morning love’ to your story…
to your poetry…
to your own internal phoenix fire resting patiently under the still water surface.
How quiet it is…
pregnant with a destiny that is on the surface unknown,
Here's where you can read me:
|Yours Truly, Summer 2011|
© Tiffany Monique