Writing

Goodbye Summer ….. Time to Re-Focus!

 

Goodbye Summer

Can it really be that my last post was three months ago? Where did the summer go? I honestly don’t feel like I did much of anything, so I don’t know why I haven’t been blogging.

Hmmm, on second thought, I was pretty busy…..

  • my middle son graduated from high school

    Islands Graduation

    Islands High School Class of 2015

  • my oldest son surprised us with a visit
  • I worked
  • G flew over to Germany and brought back his youngest children for a month
  • several friends came to see us
  • we did a lot of boating and cooking out
  • I sent my middle son off to Oglethorpe University.
  • G and I took his kids back to Germany
  • I worked some more

I guess the summer was pretty busy after all.

But now things have calmed down, and I’ve been thinking about this blog and which direction to take it. After all, it hasn’t been very focused, has it?

I thought about a poll, to see what you, dear readers, find most interesting.

I also thought about what has interested me the most, during the writing of What the Focus. I’ve got an idea of where I want to go with it, but I really would like your thoughts.

So please take a few seconds to vote in my poll – just check the category (you can pick more than one) of posts that you have enjoyed the most. And if you’d like to leave a comment about where you’d like to see this blog go (be nice), I would love that even more.

Thanks! I can’t wait to see the results!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Categories: Writing | Tags: , , , , | Leave a comment

To Stand Out or to Fit in?

I read a blog post the other day that is still tickling at my consciousness…or maybe my subconscious, who knows? So I went back and reread it today. It was about Mark Doty, a poet I had never heard of, and one of his poems. Not only did he write the poem, but he also wrote an essay on the process of writing it. Interesting reading!

The poem really struck me, not only in the description of a very unusual subject, but by the underlying question of homogeneity. In his essay, Doty wrote: “The one of a kind, the singular, like my dear lover, cannot last. And yet the collective life, which is also us, shimmers on.”

I think the poem spoke to me so loudly because, for as long as I can remember, I have struggled with both wanting to stand out and wanting to fit in. Growing up in an expat community, I thought I was unique, different. Everyone there was. But when I moved back to my country of citizenship, I felt lost, swallowed up – not unlike a single uninteresting fish in a giant school of monotonous color.

Even though I am all grown up and pretty comfortable in my own skin, I guess there must still be some remnant of that old battle swimming around in the murky depths of my consciousness.

 

 

 

“A Display of Mackerel” by Mark Doty:

They lie in parallel rows,  
on ice, head to tail,
each a foot of luminosity
barred with black bands,
which divide the scales’
radiant sections 

like seams of lead
in a Tiffany window.
Iridescent, watery

prismatics: think abalone,
the wildly rainbowed
mirror of a soap-bubble sphere,

think sun on gasoline.
Splendor, and splendor,
and not a one in any way

distinguished from the other
– nothing about them
of individuality. Instead

they’re all exact expressions
of the one soul,
each a perfect fulfillment

of heaven’s template,
mackerel essence. As if,
after a lifetime arriving

at this enameling, the jeweler’s
made uncountable examples
each as intricate

in its oily fabulation
as the one before;
a cosmos of champleve.

Suppose we could iridesce,
like these, and lose ourselves
entirely in the universe

of shimmer- would you want
to be yourself only,
unduplicatable, doomed

to be lost? They’d prefer,
plainly, to be flashing participants,
multitudinous. Even on ice

they seem to be bolting
forward, heedless of stasis.
They don’t care they’re dead

and nearly frozen,
just as, presumably,
they didn’t care that they were living:

all, all for all,
the rainbowed school
and its acres of brilliant classrooms,

in which no verb is singular,
or every one is. How happy they seem,
even on ice, to be together, selfless,

which is the price of gleaming.

 I’d love to know your thoughts on the subject! Please leave a comment.
Categories: Think About it, Writing | Tags: , , , , | Leave a comment

Blog at WordPress.com.

Forbidden Histories

Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Science And The 'Miraculous' (But Were Afraid To Ask).

Reflections

Mindful musings inspired by living, learning, loving and laughing -- and a horse named Shakespeare.

Art and Anthroposophy

In Theory and Practice

Deborah J. Brasket

Living on the Edge of the Wild

Live and Invest Overseas

Random thoughts about life to make you laugh and maybe even think. (written by Wendi Nitschmann)

In the Powder Room

Dishing up the hottest women’s humor, heart, and “Holy moly, did she just say that?” since 2009.

Le Franco Phoney

All things French blog in La Clusaz, Annecy and Haute Savoie as seen by an outsider...

Miss Expatria

THE INTERNET'S LEADING ENABLER OF TRAVEL ADDICTION.

Tales of Ambrosia

recipes, travel and food journal

Laugh Lines

Middle Age. Modern Marriage. Epic Fails.

Lottie Nevin - The Rioja Diaries

Uncorked tales from Andalucia.

TASTING HOME

Random thoughts about life to make you laugh and maybe even think. (written by Wendi Nitschmann)

A Thought Grows

Random thoughts about life to make you laugh and maybe even think. (written by Wendi Nitschmann)

Tales of Whimsy…

Random thoughts about life to make you laugh and maybe even think. (written by Wendi Nitschmann)

Life and Other Turbulence

- don't look back unless you're going that way. (HOME PAGE)

thebufferzoneblog

Crazy Is Relative

dailyfrosting

Good stuff that puts the frosting on the cupcake of your day

%d bloggers like this: