I can hear the house shuttering against the wind. It’s quiet and the house is filled with peace and tranquility. I still alone and watch the birds flutter from tree to tree outside. The sun glares through my window and I feel the comfort of a warm sunny day inside.
I have been reading, assembling a dresser and organizing this morning. Very quiet activities and not an ounce of anxiety today. Silence does that for me. Getting away from the world in my own house is such a comforting thing for me, sometimes.
When I was young, I’d often run down to Beaver Creek a creek a little way down from my house. My father had built a bridge for me there. Hopefully, soon I will walk that bridge again.
. . .But, can I truly walk a bridge, when another one has developed?
I ponder this as I think of my upcoming wedding.
I’ve built a new bridge and time has passed. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t revisit that bridge of my childhood. I couldn’t now that I’m high past twenty.
As the years have gone by I’ve developed myself and built more bridges through college, friends, hobbies, and different cultures. I have friends from all over the world, now.
As I child and early teenager: I knitted, wrote, played in the creek and played the piano.
Now, as and adult: I organize, do household chores, finances, occasionally watercolor, read (textbooks mostly), and make dinner.
So, time has dragged me on like a minuet, playing softly in triple time.
But all through the years I have kept one thing. One persistent want—-dare I say, need, for myself. And that is writing.
When I was young I built a bridge into a little reporting journalism job. That bridge grew with my every CITY COUNCIL meeting, that dragged on in a grueling way. I worked really hard though and was soon promoted to write freelance articles.
I wrote about local agriculture, farm histories, interest articles spotlighting people or businesses. I once wrote a piece about the local animal shelter and city animal regulations. Fascinating story that I even had to go to the police office for more information. The police office was connected to the pound. I even got to write a couple artist promos where I had the privilege to interview
Building more bridges I took my work to another newspaper that I began writing for in 2018.
Writing brought me such clarity and to share that with others brought me such profound happiness.
I’m like a caged bird and writing sets me free!