My twin grandchildren give me endless observations to log into my mental journal. The other day I found my hand holding back the edge of a grate over the fireplace. H. had found the crack and continuously pulled it open. I was resolute. I glanced over at B. and found his eyes glued to his sister's actions. The twin magic is that they read each other. They know what the other one is trying to do. When H. tired of my blocking her moves she crawled away and within a minute B. was there investigating the same opening.
I want a twin artist friend. She would be calling me and asking with excitement about our creative adventure today. Our art supplies would be side by side. (Perhaps I don't yet share well). Our writing would be bounced back and forth for honest assessment. She would be kind but firm in keeping me focused and trying new things. I would gush over her brilliance but warn her about complacency.
I don't have an artist twin. I do however have cousins. You know who you are. You are the generous people who comment on my blog. Did I tell you how excellent you are at connecting with me. I appreciate your very existence. It keeps the loneliness from making me immobile. Deep appreciation to those, like Kate Motaung, and others for creating a space to share and learn. Writing can be lonely, painting in my studio and even playing the piano can be lonely. Yet, it is the very language that can communicate and connect us together.
"Use loneliness. It's ache creates urgency to reconnect with the world. Take that aching and use it to propel you deeper onto your need for expression-to speak. to say who you are and how you care about light and rooms and lullabies."
Writing Down The Bones by Natalie Goldberg
I am joining fellow writers on Kate Motaung's blog who are doing a bi-weekly online discussion group.We are using On Being a Writer: 12 Simple Habits For A Writing Life That Lasts by Ann Kroeker and Charity Singleton Craig. I am personally reading Writing Down The Bones by Natalie Goldberg as inspiration.