Saturday, November 22, 2008
The need to say it~
I live happily in my own head, content and entertained by my own ponderings and observations. This outward look/inward analysis serves the writer in me well.
I'm a bit isolated during the time it takes to transfer words from head to paper. The process requires uninterrupted time while the download takes place.
Usually I listen to the words in my head and type them-- an easy flow from mind to lap top. Who needs a pen and paper these days? I ignore a multitude of distractions around me to the point that my husband will complain, "You don't remember a thing I tell you."
Huh? Has he spoken?
It's not that I've forgotten, exactly; it's more like I never heard him in the first place. I could well have looked him in the eye while he told me he had a meeting at six o'clock, but my look would have been the vacant stare of a sleepwalker. I may even have nodded and given an affirmative mmm, hmmm, but I didn't absorb a thing. The thread of my own thought was still running in my head, blocking anything else from penetrating. And it must be that way, or I'd lose everything I need to say.
Need is a strong word, but it feels like a need. I write, and in the process clarify something for myself. And the best of circumstances what I need to say resonates with a reader who lets me know.
Today I got a hand-lettered envelope, rare in this day of email and junk mail. The note, a thank-you, read:
Dear Ms. Douillette:
A dear friend, 87 yrs. young, ten years older than I, always gives me her old CSMs and I am reading the September 23 issue today. Your article Citrus-Scented Love has great meaning for me. Thank you for writing it.
The way the brain remembers fragrances and associations connected to them is a beautiful mystery of life.
She included her email address, but I'll send her a real note like she sent me-- the old-fashioned pen and ink kind. I'll tell her how much it means to know that she felt what I needed to say. And I'll pay it forward when another writer's words resonate with me.