Thursday, September 11, 2014

A Thursday Chat

The golden sun peeks into our backyard where the phlox is still blooming


Well... I'm happy to report that whatever that was with the white stuff these last couple of days... is over, for the time being at least. The weatherman promises us some sunny, warmer days ahead. We'll take that with a glad heart!

This morning I've been feasting my eyes as I gaze out the window at the harvest blue skies and the golden sunshine peering into a corner of the garden. Not to mention the bright red berries that stand out against the fading green of the mountain ash leaves.

I feel almost mesmerized as I watch the chickadees flitting back and forth from the tree to the sunflowers -- they are busy poking out seeds -- even though I wasn't sure if the heads were ripe enough; the birds seem quite taken with their buffet in the breeze.

This morning I came home from my stint at the local performing arts centre feeling a tad weary. In mind and body. It was busy. And, now as I sit here with my fingers poised over the keys, contemplating what I might share with you, I feel a little like a child who's fighting to keep her eyes open but doesn't want to take a nap, lest she miss something important.

And, of course, I would miss something important if I didn't stop to say hello to you, my beautiful blogging girlfriends. First, I wanted to tell you that the weatherman is back on track... which I've now mentioned again... and we are once again enjoying and celebrating autumn's gifts.

Plus...

We're planning a trip to the library early this afternoon. Not to browse for some good September reading -- because I'm currently re-reading the delightful story entitled September by Rosamunde Pilcher ...

No, I'm going to the library because I need to use one of their large library tables on which to spread out some of my memoir notes. I'm beginning the next step in earnest, now that summer's over. 

In the springtime I gathered the memories and stories...they tumbled out by the dozens. Everybody wanted to have their moment in the light of day -- you see, they all wanted to be in the story. I kept telling them, not everyone belongs in this story. But they insisted. So I let 'em talk. And I wrote down all the memories the tumbled out. I thought I was done and I kept remembering more and more. In chatting with my memoir tutor, she said if that's what's happening, obviously they need to come out, so let 'em out.

But now we are ready for the next step... to begin choosing what, of all those memories and stories, will actually become part of the story... the 100 tiny tales that string together a journey that unfolded between two key events and over two decades.

Just a hint: It all started when a young woman, just graduating from college and about to embark on her life's journey, breathed a prayer as she paused before closing her dorm door for the last time. An unexpected prayer that came from somewhere deep inside... God, please don't let me marry the wrong man.

And so I'm away.  The time has flown -- I feel refreshed and ready for the day.

Hugs to you all....


Love,
Brenda
xox




9 comments:

  1. Brenda, your hint is very intriguing! I can't wait to hear more.

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  2. love the teaser as well! Can't wait to buy the book;)

    Glad to hear your weather is more seasonal! WOW! that was something. The weatherman just told us our temps are late-October to early November cold for the next few days. I wonder where this came from...h-m-m-m-m.

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  3. Yes, now I'm quite intrigued!! And I loved that book September too.

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  4. Well, now! You have peaked my curiousity. :-)
    So glad your snow has disappeared!
    Wishing you a beautiful weekend,
    Linda at Beautiful Ideas

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  5. Hi Brenda,
    Best of luck with your book. Just wanted to let you know I've added you to my blog list. Always something uplifting here.

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  6. There's a book called "To My Children's Children" that is a great guide to writing memoirs. I used it to help my mother remember things from her past. I guess it's time for me to get started at some point.

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  7. Ooooh, Brenda, that sounds like the beginning of a great story! I mainly read non-fiction auto-biographies and this would be something I would love to read! Funny how everyone wants to be included, too! Love imagining your morning with you, watching the birds and enjoying the sunshine. I hope the snow is just a passing fancy! Hugs xo Karen

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  8. Brenda - sounds like you are teasing us just a bit with the carrot left dangling. Hope we will soon know the rest of the story! Really glad to see that white stuff is gone and hope it doesn't return for a while!

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  9. When you first posted about that "white stuff", I thought you were kidding!
    Great picture of the sun at Fall casting.

    Go Brenda Go! That's me cheering you on, to keep writing and finish your memoirs. It will be a story full of word pictures, told in a wonderful way that will be fun to read.

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To My Beautiful Readers,

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Brenda xox

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