Thursday, May 31, 2012
Open Your Window
I blogged, researched, read email. Found one post about a funeral, well done but not what I needed to read at the moment. I sighed like every five minutes, not motivated in the least to write. Twitter was dead and Facebook inactive due to the holiday weekend. Double sigh.
A wasp buzzed past me, probably slipped in with the kids going in and out. He bumped the windows, wanting out. So I opened the window. He flew further back into the room, afraid, so I left the window open.
Oh, what a change.
I heard a mallard pair come up from the lake, arguing with each other as they sought the remnants scattered on the ground under my bird feeders. A breeze began, and the smell was heavenly. Memories rushed in of sleeping on my grandmother's four-poster bed on her farm, taking my afternoon nap in my underwear as a six-year-old. A female cardinal beckoned to her guy, who promptly joined her.
The wasp found his way out, and a stronger breeze came in as a steel blue cloud blocked the sun. A soft, gentle rain hit the lake and my sloping lawn with a hushed, whispering, ozone-scented shower, and the tree frogs sang in ecstasy in a rising crescendo.
I smiled. My mood shifted. All I needed was a change of atmosphere.
Sometimes you don't need a retreat, a grant to get away, or a critique group at the library. Sometimes you don't need to escape. Maybe you need a quick, soft rainfall to distract you, sprout old memories, and release you from the moody box you're in.
Flip open an old favorite book and smell the pages. Cook up cinnamon and apple juice in the kitchen to remind you of cheerful holidays. Cut the grass. Light a candle. Set a new lamp on your desk to alter the lighting. Play background music from a certain, special era.
Yes, sometimes all it takes is to open a window . . . and you can write.
(What might stimulate your writing?)