Ramblings. As in: Have Words -Will Ramble. As in: Ramble: to write or talk aimlessly or without sequence of ideas, to proceed with turns and twists; meander As In: observances of an everyday life in passing through the spectrum of extraordinary.
Monday, November 23, 2009
It's crazy quiet up on this hill in Tennessee today. The kind of quiet that writers search for and rarely find. Husband has gone off to work, my youngest - just back from Iraq - is road tripping to visit friends - and here I am. Left in a bubble of fog staring through it over the bluff as the fire crackles and the dog snores. Yes, finally the waters of life have parted and it's writing time. And I have no small portion of that to do. As Saints In Limbo continues to find it's way into readers hearts (thank you so much for the beautiful emails from readers describing what Saints has meant to you), we move into the season of editing for the new novel due out from Waterbrook in November 2010. (More on that upcoming novel soonest!) But I am so fortunate that a new character has stepped into my soul, just an image of her standing on a hill at dusk and possessing all the strength of my Grandmother. I can see that much in her from my minds eye. And that's a funny thing because as I look out across this bluff this morning, feel this special blanket of quiet enveloping me and encouraging me to hush, be still, and write the words - I am missing my Grandmother. It's Thanksgiving week and husband and I are traveling to North Florida to visit our mothers but it's my old Grandmother that I'm missing most. Well, maybe it's that I'm missing what used to be. Missing a bevy of cousins and the fact that we had to do absolutely nothing for Thanksgiving but get into the car to go to Granny's house. And that once we arrived we'd be in the glorious company of aunts, uncles, cousins, mama's, daddy's - and we could play in the yard until we were called inside to eat. And the bounty would be no small thing I tell you. So as I settle down to write before our Thanksgiving road trip this week but as I do I'm reflecting on Thanksgivings past and this one we are in. I'm thinking it will be mostly a small and quiet affair compared to the days when that little country house of Granny's' was overtaken with souls from across the map that knew only one thing for certain - the way home. Home, the idea and image of home, has changed for most of us over the years. We are scattered like the stars across the globe due to work, professions, relationships, and the mature aspects of our ever increasing responsible lives. But I hope whatever home is for you, the best aspects of all that it means, finds it's way into your hearts this week in a very special way. Wishing you bountiful blessings and much love this Thanksgiving holiday.
Keep reading, keep dreaming, and keep believing!
River Jordan
posted by River Jordan at 10:46 AM
 
1 Comments:
Thank you for this beautiful Thanksgiving blessing.
I'm a brand new reader of your books and your writing is definitely touching my heart.
Hope your time back home was all you needed and wanted it to be,
Elysa Mac
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