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Don’t be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid. ~John Keats

 

Pick at least three of the following words, and build a piece of writing around them. The form is up to you: poem, scene, flash-fic, essay, or general blog entry. discovery, experience, failure, false, highway, positive, seek, sense, true

Failure.  It's a mournful word, I think, the diphthong a ghostly moan into the final syllable.  The voice tends to fall at the end of the word, defeated. I've not had much experience with failure, for which I'm appropriately grateful.  Although, I believe it's because I seek safety, and not because I'm particularly gifted or even lucky.  I'm not a risk taker, in any sense of the word, and the highway of my life is pretty straight and narrow.

Keats is certainly not alone in the sentiments he expresses about the positive nature of failure.  Everyone from Jesus Christ to Oprah can quote chapter and verse about discovering new opportunities in the face of defeat.   I've observed this from time to time, seen people make lemonade from lemons and rebuild their lives after near destruction.  The human spirit seems indelible,  and sometimes the greater the hardship, the more magnificent the rebirth.  Like the phoenix, we rise from the ashes in golden glory.

I'm not sure I'm one of those people, and I often wonder if I would have the guts to dig myself out of a huge emotional or financial hole, to fight a deadly disease, to survive the loss of my husband or child.  When my young friend Jeff committed suicide two years ago, I looked at his mother and thought, if that were me, I'd crawl into a hole and never come out.

But most likely I wouldn't do that, I'd continue on somehow, diminished in many ways but stronger for having survived something so horrific.  There's a saying I particularly like, and you've probably heard it too...the one that goes, "a woman is like a teabag  - she gets stronger when you put her in hot water."

I know it takes patience to survive failure, to wait for things to turn around when they've gone wrong.  It also takes forgiveness, sometimes of other people who have in some way played a part in your failure, sometime forgivness of yourself, when all your best intentions and efforts still go awry. 

Mostly, it takes time for perspective to set in, and for possibility to present itself to you.

Most likely I'll someday have to discover what I'm really made of, for no one goes through life completely free of failure of one sort or another. I hope when the time comes that I'll be gifted with the good sense to create something positive from the experience, "to seek after what is true" and be able to "avoid the error" in the future.

 ~for Cafe Writing

 

Friday Forecast: Dismal with a Glimmer of Hope

Amidst the news of more snow on the way and the headline on The Detroit News  citing Detroit as the "second worst place to live", came the news that 26 people from my husband's office had lost their jobs today.  Thankfully, he was not among them ~ at least not this time.   If you live in southeastern Michigan and work for an automotive company or one of their suppliers, you begin to feel as if a large bullseye is painted on your back. Add to this  my stuffy head, scratchy throat, and achy body, and you could say it hasn't been the jolliest of days.

However...

I did enjoy a nice lunch with my friend Carol, today ( at least I assume the food was good, since I couldn't taste a thing! )   Our husbands sing in Measure for Measure, and she and I have become buddies as well as choir groupies.   This was our first outing a deux,  and we enjoyed talking over delicious fresh pita sandwiches at First Cup.

And...

 I have the entire weekend to recover from my cold/sinus infection, with a chunky novel to read (The Hour I First Believed, by Wally Lamb), some tv ( more Prime Suspect)  and a fresh batch of rooibos tea from Adagio.

So...

All is not lost.

Stay warm and stay well, my friends.

How about you?  What's the forecast for your weekend???

Oh, Come On!

If you watched Gray's Anatomy  last night, you'll instantly realize the origin of this post's title.  A young woman, hospitalized with a broken hip after a year of being befallen by one broken bone after another, raises her eyes to heaven and cries out in aggreived disbelief, "Oh, come on!" That was my reaction this morning when I awoke at 4 am, last night's sniffly nose a deluge, yesterday's frog in the throat  a lump the size of Dallas.

Oh, come on!

My upper respiratory infections, while once numerous and legion, have dwindled significantly in the past several years.  In fact, I don't recall being sick since that infamous trip to Florida in fall of 2007, when I flew home with a sinus infection and fainted during the descent into Detroit.

That flight is certainly on my mind this morning, because we're due to fly to Las Vegas on Tuesday with some friends, and right now my sinus passages feel as tightly jammed as the airplane is likely to be, and I can already feel my larynx swelling tightly shut.

Oh, come on!

And the weather forecast is predicting eight inches of snow during the next 24 hours.

Oh, come on!

In another bit of televison wisdom, gleaned from yesterday's epidose of Oprah's Best Life week, we're advised that, when things in life don't seem to be working out as planned, look for those areas of our lives which are working.  After all, Oprah says, even if the only good thing you can say about your life is that you're breathing without the help of  a machine, at least that's something, right?

Oh, come on!

And pass me an oxygen mask, would you please?

Fresh Start

In a mood of faith and hope my work goes on. A ream of fresh paper lies on my desk waiting for the next book. I am a writer and I take up my pen to write..~Pearl S. Buck

Technically it's still Wednesday, at least for a few more hours, so I can still "legally" post here.   Hey, it's my blog, anyway, right?  So I can do whatever I want <smiles>

I was just visiting Cafe Writing  (and if you don't participate in this marvelous monthly writing adventure, you must!) where the theme for January is "fresh."  Coming back to familiar territory after some time away feels like a fresh start - it's good to step back from the daily routine, from obligations and expectations, good to change the priorities around a bit.

My mind has been whirling around with some fresh writing ideas.  I've made a concerted effort to get back to my morning pages, those three pages of writing done first thing in the morning when the mind is fresh.  Rather than regurgitating a litany of worries and woes, which can all too easily become my habit in journaling, I've been using the pages to reflect on my reading of late.  And in doing so, I'm finding ideas coming fast and furious.   Ideas for a series on Bookstack - The Writer's Life, columns of essay/reviews based on biographies of my favorite authors.  Ideas for my long laid aside novel, Dear Samantha, the epistolary novel I wrote for NaNoWriMo in 2006.  I've even thought about trying to find a way to quit my day job and actually write all the time!

Some pretty wild ideas come spilling out of my head in the morning...after a couple of mugs of Gevalia Dark Roast coffee, the brain synapses are in rapid fire mode. 

Whether any of these ideas pan out or not, it's invigorating to think about fresh new things to do with my writing.  After all, the new year is the perfect time for a fresh start.

How about you?  What fresh new ideas do you have for your writing?

 

 

Cafe Writing: Seven Things

In a mood of faith and hope my work goes on. A ream of fresh paper lies on my desk waiting for the next book. I am a writer and I take up my pen to write..~Pearl S. Buck

In improvisation, one of our exercises is a game called “Seven Things,” in which we go around in a circle giving each other the challenge, “Give me seven things that [whatever].” We are not going to go around in a circle here, but if you’re drawn to lists, this prompt is for you.

Give me seven things that inhabit or occupy your writing space. Interpret “writing space” any way you please. You’re not required to explain the items in your list, but it’s more fun for readers if you do.

  • My desks - the small oak writer's desk my parents bought me when I went back to college in 1982  ~for the third and final time!  And also the new lap desk my husband ordered for me from Levenger's a few months ago.  Both indispensible...
  • My new engraved fountain pen, a Christmas gift from my husband, also from Levenger's;
  • My cozy chair and ottoman, where I can now not only read but write comfortably (thanks to the aforementioned lap desk)...
  • My writing sweater, a black jersey cardigan my friend Pat had made for me.  The cuffs fold back to reveal stamped phrases ("live your dream," "make a wish"), the pockets are patchwork, one with coffee cups, the other with brightly colored fish (I'm a Pisces), and one more with music staves flowing across.  In the pockets were more treasures...a tiny tablet, reminiscent of something Charlotte Bronte might have used, a cotton lace handerkerchief, and a tiny coin with the word "hope" etched into it;
  • Books, piled on the floor, on the desk, on the small bedside table;
  • An etching, done by one of my great-great aunts, of a path leading uphill in the moonlight, to a small cottage where smoke curls invitingly from the chimney;
  • Two fluffy white dogs, always curled up at my feet, snoring softly as I type.

What are some of the things that adorn your writing space? 

Go to Cafe Writing  for more fresh writing ideas.

By the way, Write On Wednesday  is making a fresh start too.