Perspective

When you look at this picture, you may think you’re looking at a piece of fabric. In reality, your’e looking at an aerial view of a wheat field after it had been harvested. Pretty amazing, huh? Looking at this picture always makes me think about how wrong our conclusions can be if we’re not looking at things from the right perspective. When we write something – and especially something that is deeply meaningful – our hope is to give the reader a new perspective so that they can see things in a way that they may never have seen them before. To consider issues in a way they may never have considered them before. To see things as they truly are and not simply what they wish them to be. Charles Dickens did this in Oliver Twist when he ripped the veneer off of well-to-do English society and exposed the obliviousness of wealth to the suffering of poverty. Victor Hugo did this as well when he unmasked mercilessness posing as justice in Les Miserables. It’s all about perspective. It’s a daunting thing to write with the hope of shifting a person’s perspective. And possibly arrogant. But when the intentions are sincere, writing to offer a perspective that will bring clarity and effect good is among one of the most noble aspects of writing.

In the Stillness

It snowed overnight where we live. I went out before sunrise to clean the snow off the cars and while I was alone in the darkness, I took this picture of the enormous pine tree on the side of our house. Yes, I still have the Christmas lights on the tree, and yes, I’ll probably leave them on the rest of the winter. 🙂 As I stood outside in the utter stillness and silence, I felt a sense of complete contentment. I reflected on how rarely there is absolute stillness and silence in my life and how beautiful the stillness is. I also reflected on the quality that stillness can bring to our writing. When there is stillness, there is a refreshing of the soul, and there are words that flow from that beautiful emptiness that flow from no other place within us. Silence is so often portrayed as a lonely and desolate place – but maybe we can shift our perspective – to instead, view stillness as a hallowed sanctuary from which beauty emerges.

Stop and Sit Awhile

My husband and I went hiking a while back and came upon this moss-covered log on a pine forest trail. For some unknown reason, it caught my eye, and I spent at least five full minutes gazing at it. Not that I believe in talking trees, but it seemed to have a story to tell and I wanted to take the time to listen. By absorbing that moment instead of rushing away, a poem resulted. The story the moss-covered log had to tell was told. It was a valuable lesson I hope I won’t soon forget – that it’s always a good thing to stop and sit awhile.

 The Moss to the Tree

 Old friend,   
 You’ve fallen   
 But I will cover you with life

 There on the forest floor
 You lost your life and more  
 Now,
 I pledge to restore

 They saw you dying
 Walked by, disregarding
 Now, 
 They see me clinging     
     
 And they stop and wonder   
 Stop and ponder   
 Now,   
 Beautiful together 
 
 I knew you could be free
 Clothed in my fragility
 Now, 
 We blend in harmony

 I saw what they didn’t see   
 Your surrender and nobility   
 Now,
 They see union in all its purity 

 Once, they looked at you
 Only when you grew
 Now, 
 They look at you anew    

 Old friend,   
 You’ve fallen  
 But I will cover you with life       
  

Inhale & Exhale

My husband took this picture of the Milky Way last year high on a hilltop in Carrollton, Ohio. When I saw it, it took my breath away. I felt as if I was inhaling something beautiful into my soul. At moments like that, I realize what a gift nature is to a writer. In an admittedly inadequate way, I can now begin to describe the awe-inspiring majesty of the Milky Way because I have witnessed its beauty. Having seen the ocean, I have a heightened ability to write about its primal power in a way that can more deeply affect a reader. I want to always be the kind of person who values the gift that nature is to writing – to always remember that it allows us to inhale something glorious and then exhale it onto the blank canvas of a page so that others can “see” through words the wonder of God’s creation.

Music and Manuscript

Music moves our souls. It is transcendent. And it’s a wonderful source of inspiration for writing. When you need to dig deep to write something especially heart-wrenching, a melancholy piece of music can take you to “that place.” If you need to write something inspirational, listening to upbeat, triumphant tunes can provide the perfect words to put down on paper. My son-in-law pictured here is an amazing composer. His music is one of my first go-to’s when I need inspiration in my writing. So, if you’re having writer’s block, don’t beat yourself up and agonize over your keyboard for hours. Instead, turn up the volume and let music make your heart soar with words born of melody.

Check out my son-in-law’s beautiful compositions at:

Joseph Snode Music

The Ones that Touch Us

It’s probably not wise to admit this while I’m trying to sell books, but I’m often embarrassed when I think about my early writing. Reflecting on my first book, I’ve sometimes felt that it isn’t “deep” enough – that because it’s not classic-type literature, it isn’t worthwhile. But watching You’ve Got Mail tonight – a simple romantic comedy that I’ve watched countless times – I realized that it’s not always the “deep” that touches us most. I go back to You’ve Got Mail again and again, not because it’s profound, but because it makes me feel as if I’m spending time with dear friends. The books that touch us most may not be the ones that are the most profound, but the ones that strike a familiar chord in our hearts and make us feel as if we’re truly among friends.

Nostalgia

This picture of our huge pine tree was taken last winter during the holidays. This tree all lit up instantly takes me back to my childhood and the wonder I felt when I got up before anyone else was awake and sat in the dark, staring at the lights on our Christmas tree. Those times evoked a feeling of warmth and safety. Gazing at the lights on our pine tree takes me back to that place. It’s instantaneous nostalgia. So much of writing is born from a place of nostalgia. We give the times we long for a second birth so that others can share in the wonder of our wonder years. I can’t imagine what the world of literature would be without nostalgia. This is the privilege of writers – to take readers back to the times and places they long for with words that bring their yesteryear to life once again.

The Exhilaration of Experience

In April of this year, my husband and I went to Punta Cana with dear friends. During that trip, I went parasailing for the very first time. In this picture, I’m front and center, hands lifted high. Parasailing was one of the most peaceful and yet exhilarating experiences of my life. Floating sixty feet above beautiful blue water, the wind blowing softly, the silence and wonder surrounding me – it was a moment I’ll never forget. I’m typically a very cautious person and many of my friends were shocked to hear that I’d gone parasailing. Oddly enough, I wasn’t afraid. I was eager to do it. And I’d do it again a thousand times. That experience made me realize that to write well, we often have to push ourselves into new experiences. Experiences give us new words, new feelings, new places to draw from as we write. Though I’ll probably never stop being a cautious person, I’ve realized that the exhilaration of new experiences – be they small or great – is something I need to pursue in order to deepen the quality of my writing. For now, though, I’m just going to rake the leaves. 🙂

Write What You Want to Read

Write what you want to read. I read that line today on an Instagram post written by a Young Adult author – and it really resonated with me. I love the “olden days.” I love touring historical homes, the floor-length dresses, the manners, the slower pace – I love everything to do with that bygone era that seems somehow gentler than our modern time. I wrote my In Time series out of that love for the past. I wrote about all the things that I would have wanted to read in grade school about the wonder of traveling back in time to the olden days. So, let’s keep writing what we want to read – because in all likelihood, a kindred spirit is out there searching for the exact same thing!

Beauty

Beauty. It’s one of the things that draws us to create. Wherever we find beauty – in nature, in music, in art, in writing – it magnetically draws us in and compels us to create so that others may taste the intangible joy we’ve experienced by beholding beauty. Artists create beauty out of a multitude of mediums, musicians in notes passionately and well-played – and writers out of well-woven words. When those times happen that I’m able to write something beautiful, I’m truly grateful to the God who is Beauty for the ability to touch souls with words.