Traveling is a life extender–each adventuring moment demands complete attention and focus. Unlike blurred together home days routines, when traveling I can remember every morning sunrise, where I was sitting eating each juicy mango and sticky rice breakfast, the smells of barbecue over makeshift oil drum fires flickering on our evening walks, the unique cacophonies of produce markets, tree top monkey jungle songs, and the bewitching call of Balinese women luring us to let them “braid babies hair”. When was the last work-a-day week you could remember what you had for dinner even two nights Ago? I can effortlessly recite a litany of not only what I ate, and the music of the kitchen’s clankings and steaming’s , but the breathtaking sparkle of luminescent plankton laughing at our toes under our dinner table .”
And now,when least expected, I have a second life extender: writing – – not just writing, but writing for ME, for the joy and mindfulness of transposing those traveling awareness skills into a literary Springboard to look closer, feel stronger and think longer about where I am right now. This second life extender is a new coat of awareness, for once, not dictated by my clients’ editing constraints for essay due dates, or a publisher’s preordained deadline. This joyful traveling with words has been ignited and nurtured by a fabulous community of wonderful writers and I am so grateful to have had the slice of life experience. I know, my life has been extended by it. Thank you’s are in order :
To Brian Rozinsky for your daily bits of encouragement and wisdom. Your support translated seamlessly into motivation and reassurance. I am truly touched someone I have never met has put forth such kind, consistent effort on my behalf.
To my first SOL contact Betsy: With words alone your made me feel so warmly welcomed. Then, as I read your slices, the generosity of your support became even more poignant; I pieced together your devastating life situation. I wanted so much to respond to your slices in a meaningful way—to offer words of consolation , or wisdom or helpful reflections. I wrote, and I deleted and wrote and deleted– my attempts were inadequate when addressing the pervasive impact of fire. To write a gloss of unknowing support seemed intrusive –a disconnect between the depth of what you experienced, my fledgling acquaintance with you and the comfort I wanted to convey. I wish I had the skill with words, but please know I had the thoughts
To aggiekesler : Meeting you through SOL has been a surprise and sweet connection. I Love your ex pat stories– what a delightful way to start getting to know you. Thank you for taking the time to read my slices–your comments have been helpful, looked forward to, and motivating…and I love we have a mutual personal connection.
To DJ vichos: I have enjoyed reading and commenting on many slices, but every reader has the style that resonates with her, and I have particularly looked forward to reading your slices. If you ever get tired of teaching, do, do think of becoming a published author – – you have the gift.
To readingteachersu, mrssurridge and the other kind repeated commenters – – thank you for taking the time to read my posts and for your supportive and insightful comments. They were personal and reinforcing and truly look forward to
To the organizers and facilitators of slice of life – – thank you for facilitating a truly life enriching experience.
Most importantly, to Laurenrenah: I decided to participate in SOL because of your suggestion–the opportunity to join you was irresistible. Your vivid, Capture-the-essence writings are real slices of life. Thank you for so beautifully describing moments I have treasured reading. You never cease to amaze me, my incredible daughter.