Starting up the blog again so that I can keep friends and family up to date during my next long trip, which begins September 6, 2017. And here is my first task: I’ve decided to take only this small day pack for the entire three months; all I need to do is to figure out how to stuff all the rest inside.
I have previously alluded to the groovy creativity-boosting “course” I jumped into recently, The Artist’s Way, by Julia Cameron. It has been so fun to work through and has affected me positively on so many levels. I have discovered really surprising things about myself, and it has inspired me in ways I did not think possible. My recommendation: run and get it, and if the new-agey parts are hard for you (as they were for me) just keep going anyway.
Right, okay, the course addresses different topics in week-long segments and includes assignments. One of this week’s tasks was to note “childhood accomplishments.” This was a blast! It got me thinking about long ago events I rarely reflect on, such as:
Camper of the Week at Triple R Ranch
This was huge for me! After dinner the night before our parents were to collect us, my name was announced and I got called up to the stage to receive my award badge (!). Camper of the week, the entire week! The summer had begun spectacularly when I’d arrived at camp and discovered that I had been assigned to the coolest cabin tribe, The Rough Riders, so I was already in a blissful state of mind. Previous years I had been delegated to cabins so uncool their names have not survived the years, but they contained wimpy words like “pony” I am sure. Becoming a Rough Rider, well, that was about as perfect as it could get. Then, I learned I had been chosen above all the other campers, even my coolest of the cool fellow Rough Riders, as the best! I was in little kid summer camp heaven, and standing on that stage was the first moment I can remember feeling the joy of merited recognition. Big smile!
The Schiny School of Art
When I was 11 or so, I offered art lessons to neighborhood kids. I designed the classes, canvassed my Fort Lauderdale neighborhood for “students”, collected the fees, and held classes throughout the summer break. What I taught also has not survived the test of time; it is the joy of organization and management that sticks with me to this day. That and getting paid.
Lead the Way, Girl!
While in elementary school, one year I was chosen to be the first child to enter the auditorium door for the Christmas concert, holding a burning candle. While the audience sat gazing forward to the stage, silently waiting for the show to begin, we surprised them all by entering though the rear door in brilliant theatrical staging. But wait! As the doors swung open, I took a deep breath and then led my classmates singing “Joy To The World” a cappella. I can still remember the whoosh of the crowd turning back to look at us and catch the action. Me! I did that! And I can’t even sing!
I thought of more, but now go on, your turn: dredge up those happy memories!
Aloha, and take care, folks!
Proust Questionnaire Question of the Day: Who are you favorite writers of fiction?
Oh, good god, did I not read through these questions before deciding to add them at the end of my posts? Couldn’t they have maybe narrowed it down to “your favorite English or American or African or Japanese or Indian or Russian or Australian writers? Living or long gone writers? I AM A CHRONIC READER, meaning my list would be several posts long! Sorry, copping out and going with a no-brainer: Shakespeare.
In anticipation of my upcoming trip to Venice, I am devouring All Things Venetian, including reading histories, studying architecture, listening to novels (like Casanova, read by Benedict Cumberbatch, hubba hubba!), and watching movies set in that spectacular city. Last night I watched a heist movie where the caper – surprise! – involves canal water. There was a funny line in it: at the moment the crime was to be set in action, the seasoned thief asked the up and coming robber how he was doing, and got the reply, “I’m fine.” But the old crook’s retort was “Fine stands for freaked out, insecure, neurotic and emotional.” Not exactly the first thing that comes to mind when I think of ‘fine’! That said, I think everyone has heard “Fine!” when things definitely weren’t, so A) I’m going to stop saying “fine” in that context, and B) I will wonder at it the next time I get that response! Similarly, I once read that “‘interesting’ is what Americans say when they don’t want to commit.” Aspiring to be a committed citizen of the world, I feel like a cheat everyone time say it! That’s interesting!
K, another short entry: got to get back to writing my characters!
Take care, folks!
Proust Questionnaire Question of the Day: What is your favorite journey?
Hmmmm, another singular request! These are hard (but highly useful!). Once again, I cannot choose one, so here are three: stepping into a hot bath in my “soaking tub”; sitting on the right side of the plane when returning to Hawaii Island after a trip so I can see the Hamakua Coast out the window; and cruising Red Road south from Pohoiki. Ideally in a Miata . . . with the top down . . .
I had lots of fun today, not the least because it was spent with a friend who said to me, “You’re an awesome lady, Nancy!” at least seven times during the course of a two-hour talk-about-the-world hike to several gorgeous waterfalls. Folks, I cannot stress enough that if you don’t already have one, look for a kind and generous person to hang out with. It is such a joy to have another human being say kind things straight to your face over and over! To you who already have this person – or persons, you lucky dog! – treat her well, repay the kindness, and the world will heal, I am convinced. If anyone who reads this is thinking, “What? She doesn’t have a person like that in her life? Must be something wrong with her,” then how much nicer my friend was to overlook my shortcomings and try to make me feel good. And if anyone who reads this is thinking, “What? She doesn’t have a person like that in her life? That is so sad,” well, it’s true that I’ve spent too much time around not-kind people, but I’m obviously on the upswing!
Regardless, thank you my dear friend; it was a supreme pleasure spending time with you yesterday, and I wish you the best in everything you do. Keeping healing the world! You’re an awesome lady, Jeanne!