The writer’s group meets at the library every Friday. Every other Friday is a study hall. We sit around a table and write with a minimum of chit chat. Not many people show up, probably because the pressure to actually sit down and write something is too much. I have made a commitment to show up. I can focus with no distractions, and I can help other members do the same.
The other Fridays, we write from a prompt. More people attend those meetings, probably because it’s more fun to be free to write and share with no pressure. Plus, they all know each other. I’m the newcomer/outsider. They have been welcoming. I think they are glad to have new writers because the current members have more less become bored with hearing the same stories week after week. I know I have, and I’ve barely been there a month.
Here are the five words from last Friday’s meeting:
layer
ambivalent
page
destination
repulse
Here is my take on those five words:
When it comes to choosing a destination, my advice is, don’t be ambivalent. Curiosity is key. Even if you are repulsed by the idea that you might meet strangers, I urge you to be brave. Strangers are like pages in a book. Sometimes after reading a few pages, you know this is a place you will return to again and again. Other times you might decide you don’t like the story and throw it in the trash. I have layers and layers of pages with uninteresting destinations in my trash bin. Sometimes I think about burning them, but now that I’m old, pretending I can erase the past just by burning a few books seems like a waste of time. Now I focus on choosing new destinations because I know interesting strangers are waiting for me around the next corner.
During the read-your-work time, I entertained them with two more excerpts from my month of daily writing. I have thirty blogposts written in December 2023. Some are too long to read, although I think they are funny. Some I’d be too embarrassed to read because the writing is so sloppy. A couple might be considered too edgy or even offensive (one about womens’ response to prohibitions on abortion, for example). I suspect most members share my liberal values, but I can’t be sure. That leaves me with about eight posts to read. This week I read a fake article about Hollywood celebrities auctioning off their children to raise cash to pay their debts. I got some belly laughs, which made me happy. I also read a short poem about a cat. That one also was well-received.
I’m allowing the group to know me, which for me takes courage and willingness to be known.
In other news, I have a new chair. This might seem trivial, but to me a new chair means less hip, shoulder, and back pain. It seems ridiculous to be talking about a chair, given the precariousness of human civilization. You can consider a pain-free chair a metaphor. Or you can do what I do and call it what it is: a chair.
Good things are still happening around the world. We don’t hear about them because they are obscured by news about sad and scary things. I subscribe to a newsletter that reminds me daily that people are doing amazing work to mitigate the effects of climate change. I wrote about this heartening progress in my previous blogpost. The good news doesn’t erase my awareness of the tragic and frightening, but I am reminded that good exists.
I read something today about what comes next, assuming the U.S. survives the current crisis. The author didn’t present specifics; instead, they offered a blueprint for the future based on a shift in attitude. Rather than focusing on policy, they suggested the guiding principles for change be based on pursuit of the common welfare. Their premise was that good policy would emerge from a vision of shared wellbeing.
I have no idea how Americans would somehow decide to adopt such a vision. Getting Americans to come together and agree on anything seems impossible given the current levels of animosity and distrust. Inspiring citizens to rally around a leader who espouses such a vision defies reality. My conclusion is the quest for shared wellbeing is a lofty but futile goal.
When I despair, I read the newsletter. Solar farms not only make communities energy self-sufficient; they also create habitats for plants and wildlife to thrive in the shade underneath. Encouraging indigenous tribes to adopt synthetic leopard-print clothing is helping their leopard population to rebound. Building highway overpasses over critical wildlife migration trails means elephants and other species can move through their habitat without getting mowed down by trucks.
See? Good things are still happening. All is not lost.