The Times They Are A-Changin' (part two)

During the summer of 1968, we were on our annual summer pilgramage to my mother's hometown in central Kentucky.  I recall being gathered around the kitchen table at my Aunt Emily's house, eating homemade peach ice cream.  The Democratic National Convention was on the television in the background, some of the men sitting around watching Hubert Humprey become the nominee for President.  One of the littler cousins turned to my Uncle Bud and said innocently, "Papaw, what are we? Democrats or 'Publicans?"

"Hmph," my uncle replied, "we are Democrats in this family, boy, and don't you ever forget it."

So my political leanings seem to have been bred in my southern bones, along with my love of going barefoot, my taste for pecan pie and mint in my tea.  Admittedly, I've never been more than a lackadaisical Democrat, have never done more than dutifully cast my ballot in Presidential and Gubernatorial elections.

But this election feels different to me.  It feels like this country is at a watershed moment, as if we're poised on the brink of a precipice and could quite easily tip over, careening down a path of destruction.  The stakes are high in this election, and this time when I cast my vote for the Democratic party, I feel as if it carries more weight than it ever has before.

In the past eight years, we've seen firsthand the power of the Presidency - and certainly not in a good way.  We've seen only too well how one man can lead a nation to the brink of destruction globally, can erode its economy, can create an atmosphere of hopelessness and loss among its people.  How one man can exacerbate a personal vendetta war that costs thousands of young lives and billions of dollars.

I rarely mention politics on any of my blogs, because that's not what my writing here is about.  But I believe the times must change in this country.  And I believe of the two candidates who are running for President, Barack Obama is the man who has the best chance of making that change occur. During the course of this seemingly endless campaign, he has impressed me with his logical, common sense approach to domestic and foreign issues, his vision for new opportunities for the middle class, and his serenity and cool headed manner.  He strikes me as a man who thinks things through, who pays attention to detail, and who does not jump rashly into a situation without being fully prepared.

These qualities will serve him well in a country that's hungry for hope, guidance, and strong leadership.

Although I was raised in a family of Democrats, I married into a family of Republicans.  Rabid ones at that.  (My father in law kept an 8 x 10 glossy of Ronald Regan on his bedroom wall.)  It's never been an issue between Jim and I, because neither one of us was all that invested in the political process.  But lately I've been telling him (and I'm only half joking, people) that if McCain wins this election, I'm moving to Canada (or maybe even Australia) and renouncing my citizenship.  "If the American people are stupid enough to elect another Republican," I've been known to say when I get really riled up on the subject, "than I don't even want to be an American anymore."

Whether it was my threats, or whether he's finally seen the error of his ways, my spouse is about ready to jump off the sinking Republican ship.  For once, when we go to the polls, we won't cancel each other's vote.

And for the first time in my life as a voter, I feel as if my vote counts for more than just a token show of alliance to the Democratic party.  It counts for my fervent hope that the next leader of this troubled nation has the strength, the wisdom, and the grace of God to turn things around.

I Dare You

It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare; it is because we do not dare that they are difficult.             ~Seneca

Or- to put it another way - what would you do if you knew you couldn't fail? Go skydiving? Become a doctor?  Take up ballroom dancing or acting...hockey or figure skating?

What's your wildest writing dream?  Penning the biggest blockbuster since The DaVinci Code?  or winning the Pulitzer Prize for a finely crafted work of fiction?  And what's stopping you from going after it?

Sitting in my bottom desk drawer are the manuscripts of two short novels completed for NaNoWriMo in 2006 and 2007.  In my more generous moments, I think of them as rather good stories.  More often, I think of all the revision and shaping they would require and am overwhelmed at the difficulty of that task.

So difficult, the task of revising a novel.  Where does one even begin? 

Much too difficult, really.

I don't dare.

Yes, sitting here in my comfortable chair is safe and easy.  But how often has it happened that, once ventured, much is gained.  Where do I find the courage to open that drawer and make a start?  What might happen if I did?

Many questions to consider, many dreams to ponder.

Can you make yours come true?

I dare you to try.

Write on.

The Times They Are A'Changin'

 

Change is afoot in the world, isn't it?  If only it were all this beautiful.

Autumn is my favorite season, and the older I become, the more I love it.  There's certainly a poignancy to it, this spectacular gala nature throws for us just before the earth turns cold and dark for winter.  But somehow that only makes it more lovely, like Cinderella at the ball, racing the stroke of midnight and ekeing every last morsel of glory from the dance.

Just over two years ago, I began writing here at a time of change in my life's cycle.  About to turn 50, I found myself searching for a way to express and challenge myself.  In this chronicle about "life in general and my own in particular,"  I've explored my thoughts about the typical things which occur in the life of an American woman  - relationships with adult children and aging parents, carving out time for one's interests and passions, finding the balance between fulfilling the expectations of others and creating a meaningful life as an individual.  In sharing those thoughts on this forum, I've been fortunate enough to meet a veritable world of talented, inspiring women, each one on a journey of her own, each one looking to learn and share, each one reaching out a hand in solidarity.

Lately, watching mother nature perform her annual metamorphosis, I've been wondering whether it's time for some bigger changes in my life as well.  I feel slightly adrift in my writing life, as if I've lost my focus, my outlook on life in general turning fuzzy and disjointed.  I come to this page quite often, but sit staring at the blank screen not knowing what it is I need to say.

All this by way of saying I'm putting the Byline on hiatus for a bit.  Maybe a couple of weeks, maybe a couple of months.  Maybe the act of publicly stepping back will free the thoughts that seem to have frozen into an early winter.

I'm leaving you with this gorgeous maple, decked out in fullest autumn finery to remind you (and myself) that change can be spectacular.

I'm hoping for that in all our worlds.

Change in Action

Here at the writers roundtable we sometimes talk about the roadblocks to our work which life inevitably places before us.  Mostly, those impediments are emotional or practical.  Occasionally, they're physical.  This week, I've smashed directly into one of those.  I've been working a great deal lately, work that required hours of extra typing, work that has inflamed the poor little tendons in my right wrist causing persistent burning pain. 

So I'm supposed to be "resting" from the keyboard.

While my typing is restricted, my thoughts are roaming free...so hopefully there will be good writing ideas born of this imposed moodling time.  *smiles*

The roundtable discussion will go on, however, and I will offer a quote on writing for you to consider in your own moodling and writing time.  Respond on your blog, in your personal journals, or just here in the comments.

Without further ado, one of my all time favorite mantra's:

Words are a form of action, capable of producing change.

Ingrid Bengis

Write on.