I enjoyed your reflection Ann and it has me going back to long car rides with my family. My siblings and I would fight about who had to sit in the middle in the back seat all the time! I used to love and still do, just watching the landscape go by, noticing the colors of sky and land. Sometimes we would play car games to pass the time.
It truly is amazing what a bit of silence and a prompt will bring to the surface.
Ah, I never thought about how lucky I was to have only one sibling. My brother had his side, I had mine. Technically, I realized after publishing this, that low drone of my dad talking means it wasn't really silent, and yet...it was. We tuned him out entirely and lived in our own mental bubbles.
I enjoyed traveling in the car and making the clay pot with you—though vicariously. I’m reading The Creative Act by Rick Rubin. I just finished a chapter about writing space needs. Silence is a must for many. Others need lots of white noise or music. I find some music helps stir my emotions of the scene. Other scenes require mostly fact and music distracts. The retirement home elicited scary and delightful emotions for you. I wonder what you felt while molding your flowerpot?
Good question; I didn’t include that, did I. I felt like I was doing something creative all on my own and that made me feel … happy and proud, maybe? I think I need to go back and live in that memory a bit longer to be sure.
This is a beautiful reflection, Ann. And so wise and timely for me. I’m eager to find the silence for a long while. I’m curious to see what hatches there.🤍So grateful for you, friend!
Silence always gives me rich time to hatch stories too! Having a mix of quiet time on the bus and busy itinerary as we make our way through the IK for the first time now. This is a quiet moment for me to catch up with you.
I can picture you in those fleeting quiet moments finding a thought, an insight, an image to hold onto or to share. Thanks for sharing glimpses of your UK adventure...and thanks for taking a moment of your precious time to leave this response!
I have childhood memories of driving out to the country with my Dad. He would also editorialize the trip. I still remember the thrill of getting a comic book and candy bar at the country store.
Oh my gosh, that's on my list to write about, too: there's a drug store in the small town near the farm we drove to. We'd stop and get a milkshake and I got a comic book, too! What comic book would you choose? I'm embarrassed to say what mine were.
Amazing! My older brother loved Richie Rich. I think I was more of a Teen Beat/Tiger Beat aficionado. Maybe there weren't as many "girl" comic books. I do remember loving to read Richie Rich though. Once we got older and less in love with comic books, we moved on to the only restaurant in town, the "Crumpled Straw", for hamburgers and milk shakes.
I enjoyed your reflection Ann and it has me going back to long car rides with my family. My siblings and I would fight about who had to sit in the middle in the back seat all the time! I used to love and still do, just watching the landscape go by, noticing the colors of sky and land. Sometimes we would play car games to pass the time.
It truly is amazing what a bit of silence and a prompt will bring to the surface.
Ah, I never thought about how lucky I was to have only one sibling. My brother had his side, I had mine. Technically, I realized after publishing this, that low drone of my dad talking means it wasn't really silent, and yet...it was. We tuned him out entirely and lived in our own mental bubbles.
I enjoyed traveling in the car and making the clay pot with you—though vicariously. I’m reading The Creative Act by Rick Rubin. I just finished a chapter about writing space needs. Silence is a must for many. Others need lots of white noise or music. I find some music helps stir my emotions of the scene. Other scenes require mostly fact and music distracts. The retirement home elicited scary and delightful emotions for you. I wonder what you felt while molding your flowerpot?
Good question; I didn’t include that, did I. I felt like I was doing something creative all on my own and that made me feel … happy and proud, maybe? I think I need to go back and live in that memory a bit longer to be sure.
Finding and using the clay on your own was clever so proud and happy fit perfectly.
This is a beautiful reflection, Ann. And so wise and timely for me. I’m eager to find the silence for a long while. I’m curious to see what hatches there.🤍So grateful for you, friend!
This makes me happy to know you're looking ahead to a stretch of silence. I hope you find exactly what you need for your soul, your heart.
Silence always gives me rich time to hatch stories too! Having a mix of quiet time on the bus and busy itinerary as we make our way through the IK for the first time now. This is a quiet moment for me to catch up with you.
I can picture you in those fleeting quiet moments finding a thought, an insight, an image to hold onto or to share. Thanks for sharing glimpses of your UK adventure...and thanks for taking a moment of your precious time to leave this response!
Wonderful!!!
Thank you for taking time to read, Katie. It means the world to me!
I have childhood memories of driving out to the country with my Dad. He would also editorialize the trip. I still remember the thrill of getting a comic book and candy bar at the country store.
Oh my gosh, that's on my list to write about, too: there's a drug store in the small town near the farm we drove to. We'd stop and get a milkshake and I got a comic book, too! What comic book would you choose? I'm embarrassed to say what mine were.
Amazing! My older brother loved Richie Rich. I think I was more of a Teen Beat/Tiger Beat aficionado. Maybe there weren't as many "girl" comic books. I do remember loving to read Richie Rich though. Once we got older and less in love with comic books, we moved on to the only restaurant in town, the "Crumpled Straw", for hamburgers and milk shakes.
I see a theme here.
I read Richie Rich and sometimes Archie comics. My brother was 4 years older and he read MAD magazine.
I'd love to hear more about your childhood and how hamburgers and Teen Beat formed the person you are today!
I LOVED MAD magazine. I’ll have to see if there’s an essay somewhere in my ponderings.