I can see the ideas fluttering around your head, looking for a crack to enter, pushing each other away -- sort of like hummingbirds at the feeder, a bit aggressive, but oh so sweet and lovely.
It is like that at times. Living in this world of writing is fairly new to me and I wonder if it goes dry or quiet someday. It’s quite mysterious overall.
I have a great urge to purchase any form of lemon verbena spray now.
Wondering where these gems drop in from. Are they hunting for smarty poets? Floating by and spot a good brain to land on? Something wry? Where they can dance awhile, I suspect, with a dreamer. Who’ll write because he has to - and does it this well.
Your essays would be wonderful - I can recall even without going back to look - one you did on building one of the homes you built to sell - about the process, carpentry that absorbed me - you were talking of the materials, but it transformed them (as you did with the poem the other day on building the shed - into living things like the bones of the living thing that was the house.
Yeah, in general construction related writing is not very interesting. Tracy Kidder took a stab but he didn’t know the actual business, the gestalt, as we carpenters like to say.😉
Beautiful Weston! Sometimes she move so fast! Only when I allow the moment to howl, and bang shut my window, I can get close enough to catch her by the tail! Bless you. Keep writing! The words find us. We just set them free. 🙏❤️
I can see the ideas fluttering around your head, looking for a crack to enter, pushing each other away -- sort of like hummingbirds at the feeder, a bit aggressive, but oh so sweet and lovely.
It is like that at times. Living in this world of writing is fairly new to me and I wonder if it goes dry or quiet someday. It’s quite mysterious overall.
This is fantastic. 😊
Thanks Brian. Very serious stuff this creativity game.
I have a great urge to purchase any form of lemon verbena spray now.
Wondering where these gems drop in from. Are they hunting for smarty poets? Floating by and spot a good brain to land on? Something wry? Where they can dance awhile, I suspect, with a dreamer. Who’ll write because he has to - and does it this well.
Thank you for the fun comments and you should consider splurging for the lemon verbena, it is special.
What I didn’t say though was how beautiful the essay is. Just rereading it.
Thank you. One day maybe I’d like to do a book of essays. Topics like poetry, construction related, hitchhiking- you know, the usual essay topics. Ha!
And your hitchhiking if
essay I also remember
Your essays would be wonderful - I can recall even without going back to look - one you did on building one of the homes you built to sell - about the process, carpentry that absorbed me - you were talking of the materials, but it transformed them (as you did with the poem the other day on building the shed - into living things like the bones of the living thing that was the house.
Yeah, in general construction related writing is not very interesting. Tracy Kidder took a stab but he didn’t know the actual business, the gestalt, as we carpenters like to say.😉
You got the gestalt don’t worry
Beautiful Weston! Sometimes she move so fast! Only when I allow the moment to howl, and bang shut my window, I can get close enough to catch her by the tail! Bless you. Keep writing! The words find us. We just set them free. 🙏❤️
Thank you Jamie.
Oh those doors and thresholds, can some days feel like madness, but there is no choice in the matter. At least not any more.
Thanks, Weston, for this eloquently written piece. I will check out your stack now!