The variety of abilities in a group of women can be astonishing. Gather up a group yourself and ask the question, what ten things can you teach me, from juggling to car repair and everything in between? Trust me, astonished, you will be.
Speaking of which . . . our next offering was from the teacher in our little group. We gathered once again around the fireplace. She offered up a quick writing exercise to warm us all up and then we began.
“I like to do this with my high school students. It gives us a way to understand where we come from. If everyone can do a first draft and then rewrite it to keep or to give it to Ginny . . .”
A pause. We think. We write. We tell our stories. We are given a prompt that includes asking for a detail about where we come from, something that matters to us, and who we are. This is what we came up with:
“I am from every country in Europe through scratch farms in Oklahoma, one women general stores in Montana to California for the promised dream.”
“I am from pepper trees, flaming bouganvilla, and eucalyptus that peels off in three different colors.”
“I am from wallpapered halls, big wheels, basements with pipes you can swing from, and long days at the Little League field.”
“From a carousel of seasons, absorbed one minute in hot, sticky thunderstorms and the next in the frigid arms of sleet- the cruel child of a marriage between snow and ice.” . . .
“I know that crystal clear nights matter as do the warm summer evenings . . . “
“I know that I am under the trees, performing rituals for the birds and playing a flute in a long white swing, hearing a voice in the wind.”
I think we done good. Don’t you?
What would you write?