I still don’t know how I write other than to sit down and have at it. Sometimes what lands on the page is admittedly horrifying and I want to retreat in shame forever and hide under a mile high pile of blankets. And then, sometimes, the words come out and dance life onto the page and I am frankly never sure how much I have to do with it. A sentence will escape my hands and leap onto the page and damned if I know how it happened.
But I can, should you be interested, give you a glimpse into a moment that led me to reshape a recent blog piece, first called,Dancing with a Miracle, now called, Dancing with Miracles.
There was part of the piece that orginally read:I’m in the sweet silence of falling snow
I’m dancing with a miracle
When I re-read the piece a few days later my mind locked onto these 13 words. The genesis of the piece in the first place was the magical silence experienced in a beautiful heavy snowfall. I then thought, if I am in the sweet silence of it, meaning standing in the sweet silence of the snowfall, then I am surrounded by miracles because each and every snow flake is, in and of itself, a miracle.
And so the line was changed toI’m in the sweet silence of falling snow
Dancing with miracles
Of course the title of the piece was changed toDancing with Miracles.
Anyway, there you have it, a tiny glimpse into some writing thought.
It dawns on me that there is an answer, of a sort, that I can give to the questionHow do you write? I try to stay open to and connected with all that is going on around me, experience all that is going on around me, because it is in the experience of life itself that the sentences are found, the phrases emerge, and the miracles, like each and every one of you, make themselves known.