Third time starting this post. A most efficient way of prioritizing what I want to write about before the blog glitches up on me again and vanishes into thin air.My recent Young Writer’s Craft evening for our local library went well. Six children attended with ages ranging between five years of age to eleven years of age. Three sets of siblings consisting of four girls and two boys. Two parents, one interested and supportive relative(mine), the librarian and myself spent the evening with these kids. We played some sensory games, memory games,discussed some shared interests, evaluated favourite kinds of books, made some word banks, wrote some summer graffiti on a poster… intentionally,…. created some graphic illustrations and labelled them, created a group story, dramatized some lines from the story using different genre styles, shared a great book and some storytelling and examined some memories in a basket. There were cupcakes also. Some takeaways like little journals, stickers and pencils were the final touch. Every child, every parent and the librarian thanked me for my efforts. My relative invited me over for coffee and snacks. The Word Garden, although very tiny seems to have some strong sporadic growth and is rooted nicely and may produce a harvest yet.
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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!
large terracotta pots lined up in a row sitting on six old unused green chairs
having a tea party
joined with more pots and what nots
gathered all in a pushed together spot
satisfaction for the time being
spaces for more to grow so off I go
why not, time to eat
swinging metal gate with latch, long walk, hen house patch
sloping hill, lowland rows
warmer days and cold snap nights
coldframe of boards and window frames
cabbages, tomatoes tucked away
stepping along the seeded row, gently sliding a soft covering and a firmer press
for sun and rain
out demanded out
to get the ruddy beans
onions by the handful, braided up
tomatoes filled the wagons, carrot mounds dumped on grass
washed, scraped, sliced , blanched
most of it frozen
the last of everything
squash, pumpkins, green tomatoes
all of it
every scrap before the final frost and freeze
first snow on the field and pinetree boughs
barn light on at night
henhouse dark and latched up tight
among the pots
so off I go
a party still
Soft night rinsed with enough rain for the garden
Sitting together, some family news
soft night, talking through
Messages, contact, phone and personal touch
softly gathered today, a week ago and before