Little child and I together
for the afternoon
with an age difference of about sixty years and we got along just fine
with the bag of folktales
artfully rendered books about nature, poetry, faith, mystery and fun
With the wind howling and tearing
the fence and vines outside and the sky
dark with power
we sat together
a two year old and another much older and met
in the place of books
A friendly and quiet place
with gentle words and warm comfort
Inspiration can come along in many ways and today it was in the country library. It was a combination of several things such as the neat and orderly setting, the book lined walls and the familiar folk gathered there . The author we all celebrated there today is a gentle speaking, delightful senior that held our interest and also charmed our hearts with her book launch.
This writer has been writing a variety of articles and material for many years. She is published and has been nominated for awards. Today, she read from her most recent book which just happens to be historical fiction. It is rich with material from her own heritage as well as her knowledge of farming in the pioneer days.
The energy in the library, as she lead us through the chosen excerpt from her book was the kind of sensation you feel when something meaningful happens on a very good day and all seems for the moment peaceful, calm and positive. Being part of the group there today and enjoying the overall experience I came to the realization that she had given me a boost as a writer but I think there were connections with everyone gathered there.
Respectful admiration, community and family support, good humour, down to earth conversation and practical discussion were the artistic vibrations resonating in the small but packed to the gills rural library today. Chairs had to be brought in from the nearby hall to accommodate the crowd, all of her books were purchased, signed and her own son gave up his own copy to a delighted fan and it was all topped off with a delicious cake ( made by her daughter, no doubt) and glasses of cider. We were all there to celebrate the love of writing that this author shared with us.
That is what I felt in the room and I can best describe it as inspiration. A young person in attendance today shared her appreciation of this author with me and it was glowing, enthusiastic and appreciative. Now, that’s energy!
Dragging furniture to find the spaces to fill
with the assorted Christmas decorations and accumulated fall touches
turning on an assortment of dim lights for the remote corners but putting the small tree of green , red and gold front and center
to show off
its brightness while hiding
the large cardboard box it came in back in the unused area of the house relegated to shed
sitting down in the enveloping velour
now pulled front and center
awkwardly taking up the centre
realizing that the old brown provincial covered in a knit needs to go somewhere because there is too much and through the collection of pots brought in from the storm and winds there walks an ancient
in belted coat and plastic hat with a steady enough step
just as the iron grey sky squints the last of the day
inspiring some sensibility to try and regain the lost strength and ignore the numbness
even to smile