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Today - Binge in a Healthy Way - for the Love of Words

I woke this morning at precisely 3:57 a.m.

I was wide awake before my eyes read the time on my cell phone and I knew there was no getting sleep back.

It is strange to be homesick for a place you’ve never lived. I am back here, though, back at this place I have called home for more than two decades. I have been reminded repeatedly to pay attention and listen. I can take that absolutely literally and be astonished by the crow having a love fest of sound behind me. I can also say I am noticing I let my coffee get cold again before I could fully enjoy it. Or the motorcycle, I am guessing from the sound of Japanese origin: I just heard that.

I can also tell myself to pay attention to what is in front of me now in my day rather than continue to lean into what was there for me last week.

I seriously drenched myself in physical literary loveliness.

It was like a binge on word-love. It was a healthy, hearty binge yet it was a binge nonetheless.

I texted a friend in Bakersfield, “This is ridiculous. I am driving past small town after small town of wonderfulness.”

This comment was from someone who loves the urban lifestyle and has adapted to the Bakersfield way of life as well. Small towns – village or hamlet style – are not my usual favorite.

What can be said by just happening by the birthplace of WEB Du Bois, Susan B. Anthony, and Edith Wharton’s summer home all in an afternoon? For reference – we are talking about the founder of the NAACP, a legendary suffragette and a Pulitzer Prize writer who was at the forefront of the literary scene during the gilded age of America.

I return to Bakersfield and as I drove my daughter to school this morning, came upon this bouquet of shopping carts. I looked out the window of my car and said, “Look, look at all the colors! Oh, this is a photo that wants to be taken!” The early morning light drenched the gossiping shopping carts with showers of new beginnings.

I see it as a different sort of literary loveliness.

Who am I to judge the value of The Mount or a tidy Victorian home on Great Barrington, Massachusetts with a shanty town of shopping carts, surrounding a cracked mirror and overgrown grasses?

Both and all are poetry, simply different flavors and available to be seen only by the eyes who are ready to see them.

Frankly, I found Edith Wharton’s Mount to be pretentious and boorish. The pet cemetery was charming but oh, the social good that could be done with such abundance – given the right administrator, perhaps. I enjoyed the more modest home of WEB DuBois as well as another home I visited last week, one which belonged to Harriet Beecher Stowe.

I mean to leave you with one noticing, however, rather than a listing of places I have been recently.

There is poetry in all of it.

There is poetry in the arrangement of trash, in the remains from today’s poverty, homelessness and drug addiction.

There is poetry in conspicuous consumption.

There is poetry on wide open country lanes and crowded, multilingual neighborhoods.

Our eyes and our ears and our observations – and the opinions we bring to the page that make the difference.

What poetry are you experiencing today?

If nothing comes to your awareness, look differently.

Poetry may be in the glasses beside the keyboard, the coffee mug, the barking dog, the lace curtains.

There is poetry in all of it.

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The Sweet Memories of Getting Lost on a Family Roadtrip

Today's post was inspired by this prompt from the folks at Scintilla Project. " Talk about where you were going the day you got lost. Were you alone? Did you ever get to where you were going?

If my GPS were human I would marry it. I don’t know what I would do without it, seriously.

It shows me faster ways to get places, warns me if traffic is ahead and lets me choose an alternate path, it is even patient with me when I inadvertently go the wrong way.

I started using a handheld GPS on road trips with my children.

One day in the wilds of Butte, Montana the GPS we called Pete took us onto a private ranch road. I was scared a crazed rancher with a long shot gun was going to chase after me, taking my children hostage and feeding them to a hungry buffalo or whatever big, meat eating animal roams around those parts of the country. I turned back. Pete was

The Beauty of the Montana Sky took my breath away. Photos can't capture that feeling it gives off....

not amused. He kept saying, "Take a U-Turn as soon as possible!”

Over and over again as the widest most beautiful sunset was taking place all around us we were told, "Take a U-Turn as soon as possible" we found our way back to our funky motel. Butte’s name was quite a joke for my children. We still laugh about it. Samuel was seven at the time and any sort of “naughty body part” humor had him in stitches and he repeated it over and over and over again.

My favorite “ohmigawsh, we’re lost!” took place outside Cambridge, Massachusetts when we were trying to get to my friend, Pegi’s house in Hyannis on Cape Cod. I can still see the road in front of me: it was one of those chaotic stretches of highway which is like a doorway to roads in every direction and if you take the wrong one, you can pretty much be guaranteed a heckuva long detour.

We went into a tunnel – with me praying I made the right choice and then, we lost our

Yes - once the worry of "Well Guys, We're on our own!" we had a lovely Easter Celebration in Cape Cod

GPS signal. The girls and I moaned. We then went silent until Samuel, now nine and completely logical declared, “Well, guys, it looks like we are on our own!” which made the girls and I grown and laugh hysterically. We popped out of the tunnel, the GPS received its signal again and we were exactly where we were supposed to be.

Why is it the getting lost or almost getting lost or going the wrong way stories seem to wind up as favorite stories to tell later? They’re often more memorable than all the well thought out plans: the National Park, the amusement park, the beach. Those activities become fuzzy, but sitting in the car together laughing and moaning as we sit close together, wide-eyed while sipping on both wonder and worry live forever.

 

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Tickety Tockety Journeying Offety

It is time, once again, for Stream of Consciousness Sunday. I had a long day yesterday, so I am praying for quiet time writing, creating and just being... with maybe some laundry & chores thrown in just for pleasure?

Anyway - today's totally optional prompt from Jana's Thinking Place  is....

Journey

When I got my new car this Fall, the first thing I thought was, “Roadtrips! I can take roadtrips!”

This, after Samuel insisted last year his limit was four days.

I keep hoping he will grow out of it because I love road trips with my family so much I can’t imagine not taking them because he is going through a prepubescent – hopefully not lifelong – phase. Emma is almost ready to start planning her post-junior-year college touring junket, so unless Samuel wants to stay behind in Bakersfield, he needs to agree to spend longer than four days on a road trip. It will be more like four weeks or longer.

My fingers stop moving. I can feel my thoughts bumping into a wall.

It feels too big and onerous (not sure if that’s the right word) to launch myself over right now. I know I have nearly eighteen months to work it out, but with a child living on the autism spectrum one must pre-plan for everyone’s sanity and enjoyment of whatever journey we take together.

I hear the television in the background. It is a former American Idol contestant talking about weight watchers. I want quiet. I hear another commercial. I want to journey without other people watching television within my writing earshot.

I want to journey on more literary paths, perhaps for writers I have yet to discover. I want to take those back roads others don’t know about much. I want to journey into my own unknown. I keep writing, twenty four seconds on this journey.

Tickety tockety time is uppity.

= = = =

This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

• Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
• Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
• Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
• Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
• Link up your post At Jana's Thinking Place.
• Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

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Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS & this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she finds the passion & the interest.

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I Didn't Get to These in 2012, but I have great hopes for 2013. What did you plan to do but didn't?#reverb12

This Reverb prompt is from... Besottment/Paper Relics. Think about the way you might respond.

What was something you planned to do in 2012 but didn't?
What was it, and why did you not accomplish it?

Primarily my plans were about places I wanted to go and didn’t get to go there.

My family’s Great Southwest Roadtrip was cut in half. No Albuquerque and Santa Fe or Denver. We went to lots of places, yes, but I would have enjoyed immersing myself in Zion and at least take a driving tour of Bryce Canyon!

The good thing about Bryce and Zion is they are only about eight hours away, so I will go back sooner rather than later.

I also thought I would go to Dana Point this Summer and certainly the Bay Area and I had hoped to visit my parents in Flagstaff. We were supposed to spend Christmas there, but that plan was halted as well. The latter was due to a family gathering for my parent's sixtieth anniversary in San Diego, so it is cool... though I still smart a bit from not being able to go for the first time in 15 years! I wish the party was in Flagstaff!

I haven’t been to the Bay Area since April and I haven’t visited Dana Point at all.

My nemesis was, as always, time, time, time and being a Mom, looking for what my children need first, all the time.

I also planned to work more this Fall, but with my melanoma… I almost didn’t want to bring that up… but alas, it is so. I may need more surgery in January, but I have decided even with that I will do my virtual work: teleclasses, ecourses, etc.

I’m looking forward to a healthy – or at least more aware of my physical as well as my spiritual, emotional and creative needs.

What did you plan to do but didn't?

Happy Reverbing, My Loves!

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What Do You Want to Not Forget (Because You Want to Remember it Fully) from 2012

Hope asks her group of Reverb12 folks to do this: 

Name Five things I want to remember from 2012.

1. 1.       The way it felt to be cheated on… or to find out I was being cheated on… by someone I never dreamed would cheat on me. I want to remember this so that I will never, ever, ever feel it again and yes – the person in question is still in my life. We are working through it and if this is stupid of me, I will know soon enough and will save our grand finale as a birthday gift to myself.
2. 2.       I don’t want to forget running through downtown between shows I was in. I put my costume for Marat/Sade on in one theater and with my curly hair flying I ran in corset, layers of layers and jumped in my car to get to that next theater. It is the closest to being Cinderella I will ever get.
3. 3.       I do not want to forget being in Mesa Verde National Park with my children.
4. 4.       I do not want to forget Emma’s continuing success in school, especially when she won the statewide journalism award.
5. 5.       I do not want to forget how it feels to have Katherine in Scotland for a semester and the fact I now wish she could stay longer, for her own sake. I don’t like having six thousand miles, a continent and an ocean between us, but I certainly hope she is sucking the marrow out of each moment in Edinburgh and beyond.

 

At Mesa Verde National Park with my girls

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My Most Significant Expenditure in 2012: Finally, finally, finally....

My intention for this Australian version of Reverb12 is to complete the writing near bedtime on the American day before the prompt is to be written. Last night, however, was consumed with driving a bunch of high school choir member from gig-to-gig and as soon as I got home, my son wanted (deservedly) attention so I didn't get to this until... now.

And in the spirit of Reverbing - that is JUST fine!

Kat's prompt for today: Your most significant spend?

What was your most significant expenditure in 2012?

My most significant expenditure was also the most pricey one. I am now the proud owner of a 2012 Mazda CX5.

I have not had a brand new car in this millennium. I have not had a brand new car since the last decade of the past millennium. I have bought some great second hand cars. I have been cool with that, primarily because I know about how brand new cars lose value as soon as I put a mile on them blah blah blah but getting this brand new car opens so many options for me.

I am a lover of road trips.

Four years ago my children and I set out on a cross country road trip and our car broke down – blown transmission – in the middle of South Dakota. This curtailed what was to be a fantastic adventure. As soon as I even thought about buying this new car I thought, “ROADTRIP!”

I have my first cross country trip planned for Summer 2014. Everything will be under warranty then, so I will have that feeling of safety as we set out this time.

This was such an easy prompt for me.

I am grateful for each and all of you reading. Thank you for sharing the end of 2012 with me!

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SOC Sunday: Roughing It - Definitely Needs to Be Introduced at a Young Age

Perfect moment for some stream of consciousness writing.

I wish I taught my children about roughing it earlier in their lives. It is something that doesn’t translate into fifteen-year-old Emma’s vocabulary at all. Maybe if she falls in love with the right man some day it will, but for now I have to beg her or look completely pitiful for her to join me on even the easiest paved paths.

We went to Zion National Park this Summer and she waited in the car. She didn’t get out to check out incredible rock formations at The Arches National Park. I am planning to lure her to Yosemite this January with snow. I’m not going to mention anything like “The Great Outdoors” because… well, then she’ll turn off to it.

I, on the other hand, love sleeping outdoors. I actually love sleeping on wood platforms. A bunch of people in sleeping bags, my sleeping bag and me make for an absolutely lovely night’s sleep. It is natural: you are on a platform preparing to sleep and people start sharing stories they wouldn’t normally share. It is like the Kumbaya of sleep situations.

I haven’t done it for years, but the last time I did it was on a porch in Shaver Lake. We were sheltered a little bit by a roof overhang, but it drizzled and not one of us took our sleeping bags and went inside. Did I mention I knew none of these people before that yet after our sleeping bag, outside with no ceiling slumber party we were all fast friends.

My eldest daughter, Katherine, proclaimed she would start her children roughing it at a very young age. I hope she sticks to her word, because once that strong opinion begins, I haven’t found a way to getting it back.

(Timer sings!)

This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

• Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
• Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
• Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
• Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (find it at Jana's Thinking Place). .
• Link up your post there, too.
• Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

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Oh, how I appreciate the Sierra Club & US National Park System

August 12 from the Summer Blog Challenge: What's an eco-friendly organization that you could get behind and support?

The organization with an eco-friendly mindset I support whole heartedly is the Sierra Club as well as the US National Park system.

I visited John Muir’s home in 2009. It was awe-opening. I could literally feel his presence there. I stood across from the desk where he wrote all his books. It buzzed.

He had such a passion for wilderness. I do, too.

When I was on vacation recently, I got an annual pass to any and all US National Parks. What does this mean? I will be visiting as many as possible. On Vacation I visited Zion, The Arches, and Mesa Verde. I live relatively close to Sequoia and Yosemite. Once kids are back in school I will go to both of them and in October there is a cool program at Zion I want to attend.

It is so cool how the National Parks weave eco-friendly practices into the park culture.

They made ME think and helped me change my practice with water bottles. No more bottled water, on with reusable bottles I can add filtered water to instead. Over and over and over again.

It seems the generation beneath me has so much gusto for all things eco-friendly. Grateful to move beyond consumerism to environmental awareness.

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Our Great Southwest Road Trip Part 3- Moving Beyond the Cranky That is Bound to Interfere (Momentarily) with the Blissful

I don’t like to be the bearer of bad news, but while you are on your blissful vacation getaway with your family, there will be tension. There will be crankyness. There will be botched communication.

If you are roadtripping, you will miscalculate miles. You may not stay at the hotel you planned to stay in and if you couchsurf like we do, you may have to write to your planned hosts and say, “Sorry, we can’t come stay with you after all.

Believe it or not, hosts look forward to having couchsurfing guests, even rag tag lots like us. I am chronically afraid of disappointing people.

It wasn’t daily but it was near daily when we were going from nature spot to nature spot that Emma verbally lashed out at me for making her attend this worst ever family vacation and why do we go on these stupid vacations because we always end up hating each other.

I listened, I agreed with most of what she said, but I had to deny the hating each other part.

Yes, it wasn’t her idea of nirvana like it was my idea of nirvana, but we will remember certain things until the end of time. Things like Samuel’s silent but deadly farts that were so bad, we had to roll down our windows to keep from coughing “to death” Katherine would shriek, “Samuel, you are killing us!”

This, naturally, would make Samuel laugh, howl and fart more.

He is eleven. I think we will have many years in the future of Samuel farting when the roadside gets uninteresting to him. He can fart and entertain himself by making his sisters scream and then laugh hysterically. He is the star!

I like to think (delude myself?) I have raised my children to be healthy by nature of allowing them to speak up about how they are feeling. I come from a long line of WASPy people who don’t believe in emotions and certainly don’t believe in airing their emotions to anyone unless they are happy, content or an accomplishment laundry list.

I allow Emma to complain. I allow Samuel to fart. I allow Samuel’s rituals to stay intact as much as I can.

I allow them to see ME have a rough time.

Traveling alone with three children – even when one of them is twenty-years-old – isn’t easy.

Tomorrow I will share with you my biggest secret trick that helped make this entire trip happier for each of us. It is a secret trick you can easily replicate. I can see you smiling from here –

Now, just watch out for those silent by deadly gas emissions.

And know that if your daughter is upset, let her say it and then watch the venom dissipate. If you insist she hold it in, your vacation will quickly go further downhill.

Happy Travels!

Writing Challenge:

Tell about a time when you were cranky and lived to tell the tale. What solutions did you find? Please share your stories with us!

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Replenishment on Roadtrip Via Oasis Underneath the Desert Floor

It was tricky, planning this adventure in National Parks (and in some cases Monuments or State Parks) to try to keep each of my children happy and engaged.

Emma, my almost fifteen-year-old, has no qualms about complaining daily about how miserable she was and how much she would rather be home.

I was ready to just shelve the rest of the trip after we visited The Arches in Utah simply because she and Samuel were so miserable. Not only did I feel selfish, I felt like all my adventuring was pretty pointless if half the group felt like our road trip was akin to getting a root canal without any pain medication.

When I made this proclamation - "We'll just go home now, I know you aren't enjoying this stuff and it was organized by me to visit places I would enjoy" to our traveling band of warriors, I wasn’t expecting Katherine to break down in tears. Like me, she had wanted to visit Zion National Park for a long time AND she wanted to complete the tail end of the trip in Laughlin, Nevada, which is a traditional quirky stopping point for our family.

I think Emma and Samuel were surprised, too. Katherine doesn’t usually emote that strongly, she usually takes everything in stride.

I thanked her for sticking up for herself because I have a weakness in that area, obviously.

We headed out that morning with a fairly clean canvas. Before heading West to Zion, we decided to go to a place we hadn’t heard about until the evening before at a coffee shop/truck stop establishment in the town of Green River, Utah.

I had done a google search about this town and quickly fell in love with it for several reasons. They were like a town that refused to die. It refused to give up. It was proud and willing to do whatever it would take to keep going, even with some crumbling infrastructure and buildings that might have been quickly condemned and torn down in other spaces, plucky little Green River kept going.

Our waitress, Miranda, explained how to get to the Crystal Geyser, a rare cold water geyser. “I was there last night,” she said. “It is pretty out there…” she paused… “well, I think its pretty.”

Being from Bakersfield and seeing what Utah had offered so far, we agreed to travel along a questionable dirt road for seven miles to see the geyser up close and personal.

What seemed ridiculous on that seven mile drive turned out to be Emma’s favorite destination on the trip – until we got to outlet stores and Vegas, naturally.

There was no one else at the remote spot which gave it an otherworldly quality beyond the strange orangey rock surrounding the geyser. Each child got up close and personal with the spout, which was rusted and dingy yet also oddly beautiful.

We spent time just sitting near the geyser, checking it out, wishing it would have one of its twice daily eruptions while we meandered along its edges.

It didn’t.

And we didn’t even mind that it didn’t.

It was a space where we were able to reconnect with each other and enjoy the moment in this odd oasis, each of us, for our own personal reasons.

“I have never seen anything like this in my whole life,” Emma said.

Katherine took a wide armed siesta on the bed the orange rock surface.

Samuel investigated what happened with different weights and sizes of rocks when you tossed them into the water. There were either big bubbles, little bubbles, loud burps or virtually nothing dependent upon weight and density of the rock.

I was able to take some cool textural photos as well as photos of my children. It had been a long time since I had taken photos of “nothing” that ended up fascinating me.

Sometimes replenishment comes from famous over-the-top beautiful spaces.

On this day, replenishment came from the quirky, way off the beaten path natural wonder no other travelers seemed to know existed.

I got a nudge just now to type something completely ego centric.

Normally I wouldn’t do that because I like to think I am humble and don’t like to ever suppose anything happens simply for my favor. The nudge is insistent so here it goes:

It almost seemed, in those moments, like the little town of Green River, Utah, existed so that we could repair our relationship to each other and to this journey on that sunny morning.

It didn’t matter if the geyser erupted for us to oooh and ahhh, what mattered was our hearts erupted again as we remembered why we were on this adventure in the first place: because we shared love with each other and wanted to be together.

My children may debate with me about that reason for adventuring, but I am sticking to it.

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