Janine and I have been friends since high school. We met at a tiny church far removed from civilization where both of our families attended. The youth group consisted of my siblings and me, Janine, and two other sibling groups. Several years ago, she and her husband Ted bought a 3 bedroom cabin in the middle of NoWheresville, Mississippi. Using it only on the weekends, they generously give me access on weekdays when I need to write. A large portion of Good Night, I Love You was written in this amazing log cabin with a wrap around porch settled within 80 plus wooded acres… in the middle of nowhere. The Wi-Fi is good enough for email and some slow Internet but phone calls are almost impossible. This makes it a perfect place for a writing retreat! We scheduled a few days this week to set aside time for my new writing endeavors.
While on a conference call yesterday with my agent and
publicist we discussed my rapidly approaching book launch this September for Good Night, I Love You. The details heading into these last 10 weeks
before it’s release make my head swim. While discussing the long view, I
assured them I am also working on the next thing…new material!
I arrived at Janine’s cabin yesterday and felt as if I were
coming home. I turn into their lane then press the code to open the gate. As I
hear the gate squeak slowly open, I creep my car forward down the winding road
to the cabin. At this point, I usually roll down my window a bit so I can hear
the peace. The sound of the pebbles crunching under my tires instantly relaxes
me. I feel lighter as I leave the weight
of my mind and heart behind me. I haven’t been here to write since last fall
when I was finishing my first book. I
embrace these few days of beauty, creative writing, and God’s all encompassing
presence.
There is a supernatural peace here. I completely decompress
here. I sleep deeply here. In fact, on
my first day here, I go straight outside and lie on the queen sized swinging
bed that hangs on the porch. I never
intend to fall asleep, but usually find myself slowly waking up after about 30
minutes of catnapping. I go days without
speaking while I’m here. I don’t watch
any movies or television. It’s my
laptop, the pond, the trees, the turtles, the swinging bed, a dog named Foxy,
and me. Foxy’s an outdoor dog with
beautiful blue eyes that are a striking contrast to her white hair. She’s my company
when I eat meals on the porch…Foxy likes me.
The solitude is a healing balm to everything in my soul. I hear
the bugs and birds at all times. Most people couldn’t handle the seclusion but
I love it. I spend much time soaking in
the beauty. It’s my inspiration. Beauty carries my thoughts deeper into a
bottomless well where God nourishes my soul.
He quenches my hunger and my thirst through beauty - he ignites my passions through beauty. With huge windows on every wall on the first
floor, I take in nature while I’m on the couch with my laptop. When I take a break, I step outside to eat at
the table on the porch with my friend Foxy resting at my feet.
My other breaks are spent on the swinging bed. I like to lie there and think of absolutely
nothing. I watch the water, make myself
aware of any sounds, stare at the tree tops while looking for birds, stretch my
legs out into the air just for fun and because it feels good, or I take a siesta
on the swinging bed. I give my mind space. I sit alongside Beauty. I inhale her.
I inhale her serenity. I inhale her silence. I inhale the beauty of God’s presence in the
simple life. In the mornings, I take my
coffee outside and sit on the corner of the porch facing the water as the
rising sun breaks through the trees to warm my face. Foxy joins me on the corner of the porch but
stays cool under the swinging bed behind me.
This morning I sit and linger a little longer with my coffee
and Beauty –she’s offering too much of herself to walk away. I study the way the mist moves then swirls
over the water. It hovers, then, in
random spots, lifts into mini tornadoes before opening and releasing into the
warmth of one of the rays of light streaming through the treetops. It’s as if
the mist is traveling through the ray of light back to heaven from where it
came. The rays are like multiple
staircases leading to the sun in the heavens. I feel God’s presence. My imagination takes me back in time to
creation. “God’s spirit brooded like a bird above the watery abyss.” Genesis
1:2MSG The Amplified says, “The Spirit
of God was moving (hovering, brooding) over the face of the waters.” I’m transported to Day 1.
A turtle launches into the water from the dead tree breaking
through the water. He had been doing his
morning yoga stretches with his neck while basking in the sun. I hear the multiple varieties of birds
calling to one another. I even hear an
owl. This is normal for me. Owls follow me everywhere. My husband Michael
knew how to speak to owls. When he heard
them call from a distance, he made his call back. They spoke back and forth to one another
until the owl perched on top of a tree right next to him. This made him giggle
with satisfaction. There were a couple
of owls that lived in our neighborhood while we lived in Jackson. Standing on the front patio with his glass
of Cabernet, he lifted his chin and joined in the conversation with our
neighborhood owls. When I moved to the countryside
of New York, woods surrounded our home.
An owl called for me on my first night.
I felt as if it were Michael watching over me. The owl touched base with me weekly. I couldn’t help but smile every time. The owl finds me this morning, in the middle
of NoWheresville, Mississippi. I smile
back at him.
A fish flops in the open water, the dragonflies dance across
the tops of the stalks of grass on the edge of the pond. A cow’s voice rises up from a distant
pasture. I hear Foxy crawl out from
under the swinging bed. She’s at my feet
looking up at me with adoration while swishing her tail back and forth on the
porch. I’m drunk with beauty now. I feel full and satisfied. Reaching down to Foxy, I rub her neck and
chest. She closes her eyes relishing the
moment.
I carry this satiation with me into the day of
writing ahead of me. My time with Beauty was time well spent - the fire igniting my passions has been stoked. I'm captured once again.
i love reading this article so beautiful!!great job!
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