Another day, another story!
What does one do when the headlines scream of nuclear war? I am tired of thinking about this. Yet, I live there when the news screams that the crazy man is saying basically he has his finger on the button. I reminiscence about the days of yore when the Russians were the problem because in the midst of the cold war there was always the feeling that the Russians weren't stupid. That they realized what we were talking about was destruction of the human race.
The last thing I did last night was read the headlines on Korea and the nuclear bombs. The first thing I did this morning was to reach for my phone and see what the status was on the crazy meteor. I try not to do this first thing but today was an exception.
Now a crazy baby-man rules North Korea. Crazy baby men in power anywhere are really not a good idea. Never have been. Never will be. But I can only hope that North Korea's person realizes that his actions could wipe out every living soul in his country. Concerns are if he is crazy enough he'll die laughing.
I went from headlines to facebook to check the status of my friends. Then followed a link from someones page that promised to test my level of education. I decided this was great stress relief so I answered a thousand and two questions about things from literature to mathematics to historical wars. It responded that I had the equivalent of a PHD. So, I took another test that was completely different but also promised to test my educational fortitude. It also reported I had a PHD. I think Vanderbilt would argue that point. Because I do not. However, I do think it shows that I read and that I would be a great partner for a brewhouse trivia night. Once I had established the level of my education I returned to - what does one do on the last day of their life. The answers came easy.
Keep it simple because as Cambell's soup used to sing - Simple pleasures are the best.
I went to the park with the little Wolf Pack. Kelcee was kind enough to corral them to meet me and Brylee made bologna sandwiches. I pushed the boys in the swings, rode them piggy back while Damon suggested maybe I should run and I told him no, I should not. We ate watermelon like little piglets with juice running down our faces. The kids ran and played and climbed the slides. The day was glorious. The sun was shining, the temps cooling, the grass as green as grass could ever be. I promised if they would go home and take a nap that I would go home and take a nap and come to watch a movie later.
I went to the pharmacy for Mom and ran errands at Walmart. Standing in line I turned to a stranger and asked how she was doing? She said fine and asked how I was. I told her I was tired and just wanted to go home and get out of this line and leave this store. Then she laughed and said her too. We are so much the same - all of us.
I brought Mom's medicine and gave it to her. Took time to scratch Kevin the Rescue's tummy with his four paws in the air and say, You are a good dog (even though sometimes he is not.) I watched the shifting light coming through the leaves of the trees and made a cup of tea. Then I read a good book. Wintering, by Peter Geye. I took a nap that felt like I had been asleep for centuries but it was only forty minutes which I counted well spent because even on the last day of life the luxury of a nap and being more fully arrive for the rest of the evening is priceless.
I lit a candle and poured a Guinness in my new Tenx9 storytelling glass whose slogan professes that it is "in the shelter of each other the people live". If the world should last long enough and I desire to tattoo something long with words on my body this may be the thing.
I re-lit Mom's wishing tree that had caught on fire because someone (might have been me) accidentally put a candle to close to it so she said it was damaged. I told her that just gave it character and that I'd take it. Today I am making a wish to God for the safety of the world.
I thought about something funny me and cousin Deb did and I called her to tell her, Remember when? and laugh again. Thought of all of my friends and all of our laughter over the years that has been the very, best music of all.
I am going downstairs now to eat whatever Mom has cooked and I will act like it was the best thing of my life and the very thing that I would order if it were my last meal. Because time could be shorter than I hope. I'm going to ask her if she would like to sit on the porch and watch the hummingbirds until the sun sets.
Then I am going over to watch a movie with the wolf pack and make popcorn. I will put my arms around them while I hold one on my lap as they take turns for that cherished spot. The same lap that I have worried carried too many pounds I am today telling myself it is just the right size.
And, I am thinking of you as you read this. Of how we are all in this together. In the movies this is when the aliens show up and save us from our own stupidity. Or, Jesus comes back.
Should this be the finality of days for me in any way I will die being thankful for the time I've had, for the people I've had the opportunity to love, and for being aware enough for a change to capture it in breaths and moments of today.
Tomorrow, if we should still be here, I plan to get up and look at the world though these same eyes because its the only way for me to truly be alive.
Blessings to all. Keep it real out there.
For months now I've had an itch, an inkling, a constant whisper that I needed to just offer a pop-up creative class for writers and other artists. For those who might not be familiar with the term 'pop-up' it's simply a short handed way of saying it wasn't there and now it is. Seemingly overnight, inspiration hits, the muse speaks, and we all benefit.
I was invited in what seemed like a spur of the moment flourish to speak at 'pop-up' secret group of creatives in the Nashville area. Secret because you had to be a member of the closed group and maybe nominated or added by someone who knew you. Then and only then could you receive last minute invitations to a party, dinner, gathering of like minded cool creatives from all corners of Nashville. So overnight - there is this guy - who sends out an invite and oh, about 40-200 million people show up the next night. POP-up. My invite - I showed up not certain of the group because hey - they could have been strange in all the wrong ways… except I really trusted the person who suggested me and was going. Turns out - they are AMAZING people from all walks of life. Scriptwriters, movie distributors, directors, film-makers (ok, so it's a little wonderfully movie/TV heavy), storytellers, writers, and PR people.
On the drive home I thought - yep, the pop-up has its place. At least for me it means I can guide a class without spending a year planning it.
THE LOW DOWN
Between shootings in Paris, bombings, and threats of nuclear attack from North Korea, ping-pong news about talks about war and peace around the world - ships on the move from Russia, Fleets getting ready - hmmm, this heating up of crazy - I've never been more convinced that the creativity of good people is more needed or in demand. I've never been more certain that storytelling is our lifeblood, and that partnering with the divine in that telling is a sacred act.
All that being said: What is it that would help you get to the next level in the writing of your script, novel, song, or story? What would it take for you to go home and actually pick up your paint brush, get out your easel? Turn off your phone? Who needs to tell you that you don't have to wait for the perfect day, hour, life to embrace that sacred space inside you?
If you are a professional who has hit a wall in your creative thinking - this is for you.
If you just want to add a little jazz to the great work your already doing - this is for you.
If you are at the end of your rope and feel like you are going to just die if you don't simply begin somewhere - this is for you.
It has been my experience in traveling, creating, writing and speaking for more than 20 years now that it is conversation that make people bloom.
Often the Q&A after speeches provide the greatest opportunity for learning and creative growth. The reason being those Q&A's and conversations is a two way street, and the room becomes a roundtable.
One week from today I'll be hosting a gathering for those who would like to take part in a new series:
The Sacred Art of Storytelling.
Teaching and Creative Conversation:
Where: Capitol Coffee Company - Bellevue, TN
When: Friday, April 28
To claim your spot email Tomi Wiley at firstname.lastname@example.org -
Leave it All Behind. Renew Your Muse
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