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14 01 2006

Wow. So I had to slog through all sorts of cyber debris just to find this journal again. But here I am. And boy-oh-boy, aren’t YOU glad!

Hello?

Um, anyone still out there?

Hmmm. Well, just in case someone happens by, here’s an update. We’ll start with a news flash: The holidays are over! This is good news–not that the holidays were bad, because they were awesome. I’m just ready to get back to “normal,” which of course means all sorts of various, not-so-normal things around here, but at least I get to set the pace a couple of notches below frenetic.

Much to my deferred delight I wrote a chapter of my novel this week. I hadn’t written a single word on it since late November, thanks to the holidays, which were not only not over at that point, they were picking up steam. I have two scenes left to write–maybe twenty-five or so pages–and I’ll be finished! Hot-diggidy-doo-dah-day! I think the break from writing, though a bit frustrating, was good for me. Before I wrote anything new I read the last four or five chapters to remind myself what these folks had been up to, and I was pleasantly surprised by what I read. This is so much better than being horrified. Of course, when I finish this draft, I’ll have to go back and revise a couple (dozen) times. But even so, I can already taste the pleasure of typing “The End.” (It tastes like strawberries and clotted cream.)

Yesterday the wind captured my fancy and swept me away to a place where the ache overtakes you. I’ve been there many times before, and the only way to escape the ache is to find words. Photographs won’t do, and memory might as well be teflon coated. The beauty slips away quickly unless it meets its metaphor. Words alone have the power to hold it like a trembling bird, not crushing but calming, echoing the fluttering heartbeat with music that can bring the scene to mind again and again with only a few simple notes. And so I’ll try to find words.

This is what I saw as I drove through town. The gutters were filled with brittle oak leaves, small and inconspicuous. The dregs of fall, having nothing spectacular to offer by way of color or form, they persisted in pedestrian piles–leaf society’s middle-class masses, forgotten by everyone. Except the wind! Like an invisible pied piper, she swept in among them, transporting the unsuspecting company, lifting and swirling them into the street where they rose like a wave of coffee-colored paper scraps, sweeping up and around into quivering pillars, then rushing back down to chase each other across the pavement like happy children on a playground. First one way and then the next, she tossed them laughing into the sky where they dipped and dove to rise again on her roller coaster currents. I watched with wonder, sure that each enchanting dance would be the last, but all over town mischievous mistrals twirled their leafy trains in a frenzy of spinning splendor. I felt as though I’d driven into a command performance of an elite, arboreal ballet. Was it for me? Or was it for the One whose voice the winds obey? Perhaps both.

And now, alas, I must make dinner. But I’ll be back, for there’s much more to tell. I hope you’ll be back, too. Until then . . . ♥


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18 responses

14 01 2006
Anonymous

Huddle Masses Yearning to Breathe Free…

“leaf-society’s middle-class masses”–Wow, Jeanne! What a beautiful thought, that even the masses–however brown and common in winter–deserve to dance, and can be incited to kick up their hush-puppy heels with a mere twist of the wind. How fun for you and God to watch together!

I did miss you, but we are all still here! Katy http://www.fallible.com

14 01 2006
Anonymous

Huddle Masses Yearning to Breathe Free…

“leaf-society’s middle-class masses”–Wow, Jeanne! What a beautiful thought, that even the masses–however brown and common in winter–deserve to dance, and can be incited to kick up their hush-puppy heels with a mere twist of the wind. How fun for you and God to watch together!

I did miss you, but we are all still here! Katy http://www.fallible.com

14 01 2006
Anonymous

Huddle Masses Yearning to Breathe Free…

“leaf-society’s middle-class masses”–Wow, Jeanne! What a beautiful thought, that even the masses–however brown and common in winter–deserve to dance, and can be incited to kick up their hush-puppy heels with a mere twist of the wind. How fun for you and God to watch together!

I did miss you, but we are all still here! Katy http://www.fallible.com

15 01 2006
Anonymous

From Mary

Hi there. welcome back to the blogosphere. Please do finish the book darling. I’m waiting….. (said with a whine from Princess Bride).

Hugs,
mary

15 01 2006
Anonymous

From Mary

Hi there. welcome back to the blogosphere. Please do finish the book darling. I’m waiting….. (said with a whine from Princess Bride).

Hugs,
mary

15 01 2006
Anonymous

From Mary

Hi there. welcome back to the blogosphere. Please do finish the book darling. I’m waiting….. (said with a whine from Princess Bride).

Hugs,
mary

15 01 2006
armored_mind

Welcome back! Your happy well-written blogs are a refreshing respite from so many others out there that simply put forth a complaint about the author’s sordid lives and silly events made out to be such tragedy. In short, Yay!

15 01 2006
armored_mind

Welcome back! Your happy well-written blogs are a refreshing respite from so many others out there that simply put forth a complaint about the author’s sordid lives and silly events made out to be such tragedy. In short, Yay!

15 01 2006
armored_mind

Welcome back! Your happy well-written blogs are a refreshing respite from so many others out there that simply put forth a complaint about the author’s sordid lives and silly events made out to be such tragedy. In short, Yay!

15 01 2006
jeannedamoff

Re: Huddle Masses Yearning to Breathe Free…

Katy, the cutest convalescent ever! I’ve been enjoying your guest bloggers (and your sassy comments). I hope you’re healing post haste, friend. Now that I’m back in the bloggerhood I’m hungry for some riotous Irish revelry. Let’s kick those hush-puppies into high gear, dearie.

Missed you, too.
Love, J.

15 01 2006
jeannedamoff

Re: Huddle Masses Yearning to Breathe Free…

Katy, the cutest convalescent ever! I’ve been enjoying your guest bloggers (and your sassy comments). I hope you’re healing post haste, friend. Now that I’m back in the bloggerhood I’m hungry for some riotous Irish revelry. Let’s kick those hush-puppies into high gear, dearie.

Missed you, too.
Love, J.

15 01 2006
jeannedamoff

Re: Huddle Masses Yearning to Breathe Free…

Katy, the cutest convalescent ever! I’ve been enjoying your guest bloggers (and your sassy comments). I hope you’re healing post haste, friend. Now that I’m back in the bloggerhood I’m hungry for some riotous Irish revelry. Let’s kick those hush-puppies into high gear, dearie.

Missed you, too.
Love, J.

15 01 2006
jeannedamoff

Re: From Mary

As you wish. ♥

15 01 2006
jeannedamoff

Re: From Mary

As you wish. ♥

15 01 2006
jeannedamoff

Re: From Mary

As you wish. ♥

15 01 2006
jeannedamoff

Flattery will get you homemade cookies.

Why, thanks, Mr. Scary-Looking Person, whom I happen to know isn’t nearly so scary in person. “Yay” is one of the nicest things anyone ever said to me. 🙂

15 01 2006
jeannedamoff

Flattery will get you homemade cookies.

Why, thanks, Mr. Scary-Looking Person, whom I happen to know isn’t nearly so scary in person. “Yay” is one of the nicest things anyone ever said to me. 🙂

15 01 2006
jeannedamoff

Flattery will get you homemade cookies.

Why, thanks, Mr. Scary-Looking Person, whom I happen to know isn’t nearly so scary in person. “Yay” is one of the nicest things anyone ever said to me. 🙂

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