Who knew?
I've been reading a blog written by a woman I knew in high school, many years ago. Her stories are of love, friendship, courage and endurance. Not necessarily in that order. She writes what she feels. And boy, does she feel. Sometimes the same things I'm feeling.
And why not? We were raised in the same home town. Attended the same high school. Same age. Kids, husbands, career change, move to another town, friends we love, death of others we love - all these life experiences in common. She inspires me to continue to decide to be brave each day. She loves with her whole heart. Grieves losses with tears and agony. And most of all enjoys the laughter of her children, the smile of a stranger and the sweetness of an ice cream cone on a hot summer day in the same way I do.
Who knew?
Kinship. Friendship. Common bonds.
Call it what you will. We have it. Although we may never meet again. And yet, she inspires me and lifts my soul when I read her words. In the posting below she references an exchange of emails she and I shared over the past week.
Whatever it is we have. I'll take it. Treasure it. And know that 900 miles away another woman sits down to write, filled with stories, hopes, inspiration ready to be gifted to the world.
Rock on, sister!
Storytown
Polly Simpkins and Lauren Shehadi Herbert and Patty Gilles Winpenny and Martha Margolis
have been telling me for years to do this. And they're right. They've always been
right and supportive and generous with their love and praise. Recently a few unlikely
folks said some nice things about my writing; namelyScott O'Connell and Michael
Gerber and someone I haven't seen in probably 30 years: Jude Mooney.
How's that for a name for a guardian angel?
Jude.
And, as is so often the case in this weird and wonderful life,
something that I never imagined would happen happened: my loudest cheerleader
turned out to be my former mother-in-law,Marion McChesney, who simply will
not let me not do this. I cannot tell you how much I adore her for that.
And so those people and their unexpected words of kindness pushed me around the bend to finally, finally making a book. Creating it myself, with the help of Ellen Rubenstein, who is a crackpot proofreader and Brett Hughes, who knows how to make things look beautiful. And now that I've started I'm obsessed and can't stop.
I've been writing for this blog for five years now. I've been taking photographs for as long as I can remember. I owe a depth of gratitude to every single person who has ever read a story or looked at a photo and thought it was good. Or maybe thought it wasn't so good, but took the time to pay attention anyway. All of you have shaped me into what I am today and continue to inspire me to do better.
From the introduction:
When I look back over my life and think of all the things I have done, the pieces seem kind of disparate and disconnected: teacher, shop girl, firefighter, photographer, preacher, writer, hospice chaplain. But upon deeper reflection, I understand how all of these things have actually been about one thing: looking for evidence of God in our lives. From the time I came to understand that there is a loving and benevolent energy at work in our lives, I became what I never thought I would be: a research scientist. When I was a kid my report cards always said that I was good at “creative writing" and I have always been drawn to art and design and color and creation of any sort, so it makes perfect sense to me now that I have spent my life seeking evidence of the largest and most beautiful creative force of all. When I came to understand this, I did what I do all the time: I cried. Because I knew it to be the truth of my existence. And when you stumble upon that, it’s a pretty great moment in time.
What I have now will be yours very soon. I promise.