Wine, Women and Writers
Below is a post that I meant to put up on September 25th and here it is October 18th already. I have been busy writing and creating and that has kept me busy but I do want to get back to writing this blog more regularly.
I've been thinking about what someone said to me because it has bothered me and I have to go deep to understand why. He said "you are living in the past." I guess it bothered me because it is partly true. I have vivid memories of the past which I hold close so I don't forget them because I want to write about them and hope that maybe someday, my experiences will resonate with others and help them in some way to be better or to have a better life or feel better about themselves. Also, I hope my children and grandchildren will read my words and see me as a person and not just Mom or Meme (what my grandchildren call me) because although I AM those things and love being Mom/Meme but I want them to someday see a more complete picture of a woman living, loving, laughing, hurting, crying, sad, the full gamut of emotions and experiences. When they read my words, it is THE PAST and I will be living there because the past holds pieces of us.
I also live in the FUTURE because I have dreams and goals and places I want to go and see and people I want to visit and all of them are in the future and some may not happen but a lot of them will. I do believe that if I "put it out there" (dream it) it will happen, in some way. Not always as I foresee but I get what I want when I am clear about it. I think this is healthy and a good way to positive self-project.
I also live in the RIGHT NOW. I am aware of all of my senses as I write this blog. I can smell the oil I put on when I got out of my shower a few minutes ago. I can hear a bird singing outside my open window. I can see this screen and the words forming as I write and they are transferred from my thoughts into something more concrete. I can feel the keys as I type. I can (almost) taste the eggs and grits I'm going to make for breakfast when I finish this post.
I think what bothered me the most about his statement was that I let what he thought create insecurity in me. I LET his words be a truth, for a moment. However, I KNOW there is so much more to me and it makes me a little sad that he doesn't see it but that's his stuff and not mine. So, I've thought about and I have come to the conclusion that he is right but he is also so very WRONG. I am a 3-dimensional person and I live in the past, the present and the future and that's a very GOOD thing, don't you think?
Anyhow, that's it for this morning. It is a GREAT day to be alive in America. The sun is shining, the temperature is perfect and after breakfast, I am going to have some fun doing those things that I need and want to do and completely enjoying, on all levels, this gift of a day. I expect a miracle! And so it is.
September
25, 2015 – “Wine, Women and Writers”
On a rainy
Thursday night at 6:30pm, September 24, 2015, our newly formed writer’s group,
which we are calling Wine, Women and Writing, held it’s first meeting at Sabe’s
Place in Historic Downtown Buford, Georgia.
First, we
discussed the organization and schedule of our little group which consisted of
Lynn and 2 Sabra’s. Yes, 2 Sabra’s. Sabra B. and Sabra R. Mallorie will be at the next meeting but she
wasn’t feeling well last night and maybe another writer named, Judy. My friend, Tracy, will probably be a drop in
from to time. Among the three of us
attending last night, we agreed that we want to keep the group small and
intimate.
Lynn and I
drank Champagne while the other Sabra drank water. She’s more of a writer than a wine drinker
but me, I can go either way! If we are going to call our group,
“Wine, Women and Writer’s” we have to drink some wine, don’t we?
It was my
idea to form a Writer’s Group and something I’ve wanted to do for a couple of
years. Part of the reason I wanted to
have a Writer’s Group is to help me become more focused on my writing and if I
can help other people along the way then a good thing has happened, as far as I
am concerned. I researched “Starting a
Writer’s Group” online and found a wealth of information. I have been in several writing groups over
the years and I had an idea of how I wanted the Writer’s Group I formed to be
and now I have manifested exactly what I wanted. It is a great little group and I know we will
learn from and help each other and grow from this experience.
We each
shared something we had written. Sabra
B. and Sabra R. shared poetry while Lynn shared a “slice of life” piece she had
written. Through our writing we learned
a little more about each other and I look forward to exploring with these women
in the months and maybe years ahead. I
think we have great potential and we have enough similarities to enjoy each
other’s company and enough differences to challenge each other and help each
other grow.
I shared the
extent of my journals and they were suitably impressed. I didn’t share the content but the
volume. I have written journals for
years and I do it, in part, for posterity so that someday, my grandchildren and
great-grandchildren will be able to read my journals and to know me and know
how life was during the time I am alive because the rate of change is happening
so much faster than it did between my time and my Grandmother’s time. I can only imagine the world of my
great-grandchildren but I have no doubt it will be significantly different in
some ways but exactly the same in others.
I also write for my children because I am the keeper of the “stories” of
their lives, whether they know it now or not.
I am sure it will be more meaningful to them when I have transitioned.
We concluded
the evening with cheese, crackers, dips and fruit. Around 9:30pm, Sabra B. and Lynn each left
with their hand outs (and “homework”) to help prepare for our next meeting in
two weeks. It was a fun, productive
evening of “Wine, Women and Writing!”
