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Let’s Build a Chain Story!

January 14, 2014

You’ve played this game before, right? Where one person begins a story, no limits, and passes to the next person, who adds to the story’s beginning, again no limits, then passes again to the next person? The story can take as many twists and turns as the various players can imagine, and the ending is usually nothing like what the beginning might have hinted. Or maybe it is! This is completely up to the players.

Oh my gosh. Friends, it is so much fun. I was subbing in an eighth grade English class this winter, sans-lesson plans because the regular teacher had taken sick rather suddenly. To calm the natives, who were restless and can definitely smell a sub’s fear, I had them sit on the floor in a big circle. We kicked off this game with about nineteen extremely creative, intelligent, hilarious thirteen-to-fourteen year olds, and the results were phenomenal! Some kids were shy at first, but the story-telling opened them up even more than I expected.  Other kids dove right in, face first, plunging into the icy unknown waters of fiction with greed and joy.  It was a sight to behold, and I walked away from that class period wishing fervently that I had taken notes. Their communal, accidental story was amazing. And as a group they were on a serious writer’s high when the bell rang. Lots of the kids ran up to me in the hallway later that week asking if we could do it again. It is FUN.

Well, I want to play this game with y’all. My really smart, funny, insightful, creative readers. And I have the perfect prompt: This photo. I snapped it while on a particularly invigorating run this morning, not at the farm in case you’re confused. It literally stopped me in my tracks.

This was laying nonchalantly on a stone border along my running trail. Immediately I was in a tailspin over the possible story behind a woman's necklace and a baby pacifier, discarded in a lightly wooded urban area.
These were laying nonchalantly on a stone border along my running trail. Immediately I was in a tailspin over the possible story behind a woman’s necklace and a baby pacifier, discarded in a lightly wooded urban area.

Since I cannot gather you in one room at the farm and have you sit on the floor in a circle (although that would also be a blast!), let’s just pass the baton electronically. The first person to comment can write in any direction whatsoever, as briefly or as lushly as you desire. The next person, same invitation. Feel free to change the story completely or embellish, go deep or get ridiculous. Variety and will. That’s the thing.

I would be tickled turquoise if this story were to continue gradually for many weeks. Tell your friends! Spread the word. Come back often to see where the storyline has spun, and contribute as many times as you like. Do you have writerly kids? They can play too! Let’s see what kind of story we can build together.

chain story logo

Okay, I’ll start…

Emma couldn’t believe that it was really happening. She’d heard warnings and horror stories about it all her life and was trained for such situations in half a dozen ways but never thought of herself as a target. The man who’d been tailing her in her blind spot for a  full mile was gaining on her, aggressively now with no one else in sight, and she felt that prickly heat sensation of danger scan rapidly over her body. Pushing her son’s stroller leisurely all morning, she now picked up to a clumsy jog and resisted to urge to turn around and look at the man in the face.  Didn’t want to see him, wanted to will him far away from her and her baby. She sped up. The chunky wooden necklace she’d been so careful to select that morning was now bouncing painfully against her collarbone and ping-ponging off of her face, confusing her and obscuring her view. Her son either felt Emma’s tension or was uncomfortable with their new pace and started fussing…

See? Easy. Your turn!

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Senses Inventory, Foggy Run

January 11, 2014

This morning after the men left for work, I fed the animals, did a round of early chores, and made sure there was plenty of food for cooking later (there always is). Then, temporarily ignoring a long list of more important things that really are not more important, I laced up and swam through the thick, low-hung fog to grab a few miles.

Just as Handsome and I had noticed earlier this morning during Hot Tub Summit, everything outdoors was amplified in the fog. Louder, stronger smelling, brighter, crisper, yet diffused. Absolutely magical. So, while running I did my best to memorize the details (sans notebook) and am now sharing them as a Senses Inventory. Hope you enjoy!

The sandy back field, moist from heavy fog and littered with fallen limbs from the winter storms.
The sandy back field, moist from heavy fog and littered with fallen limbs from the winter storms.

See:  Prairie grasses bent and blackened from the damp. Well worn foot path curving ahead of me, slightly uphill, between fallen limbs. Our house and barn both ghosted in the distance. Geese bathing excitedly in the pond. Dulcinea (baby llama) watching me from the field-dividing green gate.

Hear:  Geese honking softly and splashing in the water. A neighbor’s donkey braying and a different neighbor’s hound dog howling. A diesel pickup truck coming to life. Really good music in my ears: Today was FUN and Big Bad Voo Doo Daddy.

Touch:  Feet pounding the soft wet sand, laces just the right amount of extremely tight. Legs warm and throbbing. Belly empty, cavernous feeling. Sweat drying everywhere on my skin, cold breeze on warm muscles. For the first time in what seems like forever, my hair is plastered against my face and neck. It is wonderful. Heavy, cold moisture on the fronts of my eyeballs.

Smell:  Rain. Wet earth. That intoxicating, peaty, mossy, rich, clean perfume… Crisp pine greens and spicy cedar aromas. Decaying leaves. My own saltiness. I can smell springtime yearning for us just like we yearn for her.

Taste:  A trace of cinnamony snickerdoodle milk and coffee from breakfast. Sweet and creamy, so good. And salt when I lick the corner of my mouth.

Feel: I feel deeply excited for our future, for our parents and children, for our friends. I feel a sense of overcoming right around the corner. I feel inspired and capable, less conflicted than I have felt in months. Maybe years. Steady.

Think:  I am almost always thinking of my girls, especially right now. I am also thinking of my friend Marci and her beautiful little family. I am thinking of my Mom and all the hearts she juggles and tends to, including her own. I am thinking of our good friends Jon and Margi, of book reviews I can’t wait to share, and of a book I want to write myself. I have a lunch date in about an hour; so I’m wondering if she would notice that I just air dry this sweat, and skip a shower?

 

Did you know we have a Sasquatch in this forest? Well, we do.
Did you know we have a Sasquatch in this forest? Well, we do.

Do you practice Senses Inventories? I would love a glimpse of your day. It is so calming to deliberately notice and articulate the seen and unseen details of your life, just for a moment. It’s really helpful to get you out of worry and into appreciation, too.

I’ll consider it a personal favor if here in the comments you share any part of your senses with us. Thank you so much for reading!

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.

~Rumi

XOXOXOXO

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My Tryst With Ted Bundy

January 9, 2014

The year was 2004. The city was Playa del Carmen, Mexico. Handsome and I were there to celebrate our wedding anniversary, and quite against my will I was being seduced and absorbed by another man.

Ted Bundy. Yes, that Ted Bundy. The serial killer.

I’m not proud of this. But neither am I terribly ashamed.

 

This moment in our love story will live down in infamy.
Yours Truly with Ted Bundy, the Summer of 2004. One of several such photos by Handsome. This moment in our love story will live down in infamy.

 

I am sharing this with you fine people for two reasons. First, because Mama Kat http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/, in all of her infinite wisdom, has asked us to dig deep into our histories, ten years deep to be exact. She has asked us to share a photo of ourselves from 2004 and compare it to ourselves now.

I am also sharing this with you fine people because this photo represents a rather sore spot in my otherwise dazzling love story with Handsome. A tiny little fly in the ointment, I’ll admit, although good grief I have laughed so hard about it over the years! So telling this story publicly needs to happen. The healing needs to begin.

I’ll tell you how much the healing needs to begin: While typing this story I asked my sweet guy to verify the name of the city in Mexico where all of this took place, and his eyes flamed. He even stopped playing his video game.  “You don’t even remember?! You were so caught up with what’s-his-name that you can’t even remember the name of the city we were in??” Then he shook his head too forcefully and went back to his video game. “Playa del Carmen,” he mumbled, “you should know that.”

Once again, I laughed so hard. You have to understand how rarely my husband gets jealous. It’s a rare romantic gift that delights me, and I realize that is horrible.

Back to Summer 2004.

Handsome and I were leaving Oklahoma City, just the two of us, to seek the hot sands and tranquil waters of the Gulf of Mexico. We were so excited, and with good reason. I mean, when does a married couple not need a trip alone to anywhere beachy? I know.

Before driving to Dallas for our overnight wait, we stopped at the grocery store for road trip snacks and at the library for books.

Allow me to repeat: We both checked out books for pleasure reading during our trip. Neither of us disputes this fact, but also neither of us can remember any of the other books we borrowed from the Metropolitan Library System. Just the Ted Bundy story stands out in our pained collective memory.

So we drove cheerily south to our Dallas hotel, no doubt flirting with each other and jamming out to really good early 90’s rap all the way. It’s kind of our go-to road trip music. I don’t remember exactly when I would have first pried open that paperback book by Ann Rule, but by Dallas I was hooked. Perhaps you can see the seriousness on my face in the photo above, taken by my already frustrated husband of just three years. Perhaps you can see I didn’t even bother to unpack anything before crashing with this stranger.

Perhaps you agree my forehead is too shiny.

I should point out that this was long before I had a blog for recording my book reviews. I didn’t even know at that time that normal people were allowed to write book reviews. Didn’t you need a Presidential pardon? Or to be knighted by the Queen? No such plans for me. I was very simply enthralled by an excellent story and glued to its pages. My husband grew less and less amused by my amusement.

Apparently the deeper I fell down the morbid, twisted rabbit hole that was the story of Ted Bundy’s 1970’s wickedness, the more difficulty Handsome had in getting my attention. He claims that by the time we reached Mexico he had to say my name three or four times to break my hypnotic gaze, and getting me to go anywhere without that paperback appendage was impossible. Including to the elegant pineapple-and-espresso breakfast spread at our resort. Including to the pristine white beach with no children. Including to our vacation bed.

He exaggerates. It’s really embarrassing.

Anyway. This book was incredible. It was written from the perspective of a young woman who actually kn…

Wait, I’m slipping down the T.B. rabbit hole again. Sorry. Suffice it to say that I wasn’t avoiding my wonderful husband; I was having a great time with him in Mexico! I was just also deeply, widely, thoroughly fascinated by the ed-Tay undy-Bay story. (I try not to say his name too often. It’s… provoking.)

All told, we were in Mexico for almost a week, and if my sweet, lonely husband’s version of the truth can be trusted, it was halfway through that week before I would swim in the ocean or dine with him making full eye contact, undistracted by you-know-who. I feel a little bad about that. What I do not feel bad about is becoming fully educated on the dangerous wiles of a serial killer and simultaneously being absorbed by the story telling prowess of a woman who, somehow, survived him.

Rabbit hole!

So that’s the story of my tryst with Ted Bundy. How am I different ten years later?

Ironically, I read far more now than I did then. But never, I mean almost never, at the beach with my husband, and also never at dinner. In fact  to this day I am reluctant to bring a book on any trip with my long suffering husband, lest it should prove to be as wickedly fascinating and distracting as that. Fat chance, but still.

Be better than me, friends. Pay attention to your man on vacation and read on the side.

And if you know Handsome in 3-D, I double dog dare you to strike up a conversation with him about the Lady Killer.

XOXOXOXO

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Waxing Moon for January & Garden Plans

January 7, 2014

We are in a waxing moon, friends. In fact, here in this little corner of paradise, we enjoyed a true New Moon on the first day of the New Year, and in my book that is pretty special. Magical, even. A waxing moon implies a swell of energy, a deep inclination toward fertility and life, freshness at every turn. Construction. Reaching up and out. Germination. Adding to Life. How perfect, as we embark on this crisp white 2014 calendar with new visions and goals, to enjoy a natural bend of energy like this. I love it.

As the year progresses and the seasons warm, the waxing moon phases will offer more obvious opportunities, especially in the garden. Any quick scan of the nearest almanac will give you list after list of ideal tasks you can perform at certain times of the month. I am all over that. But how about right now? And how about in  other areas of life, besides the garden? (Never mind. LOL The garden is all I care about. *wink*)

I have been paying attention to my personal energy levels for almost a year, taking good notes from month to month of when my creativity ebbs and flows, when I feel more contemplative and withdrawn, or when I am boiling over with grand ideas and motivation to get out of the house and do big things. No surprise, for me at least, that all of this coincides neatly with the moon. Almost perfectly, my natural access to fertile energy (building, giving, creating) happens during the two weeks that the moon is waxing full. Then, again almost perfectly, my systems slow down. I crave more reading than writing. I have the urge to work on closets rather than hang new artwork. I am more emotional and need to be alone more than socialize. You get the idea.

Wait, do you get the idea? Or do you think I’m wacky?

Have you ever noticed this yourself?

So this week and next, while the moon is growing from new (blank) to full (solid silver), I will be capitalizing in her shared energy. I have plans, and I will delay some of the other inner work for when the moon is exhaling again.

Yesterday our Christmas decorations came down, and there is still some spit-shining to do, which are somewhat deconstructive tasks; but now I am mostly in a state of build and imagine. Dream and create.  I have planned…

  • Art projects.
  • Weight lifting.
  • Painting walls new colors.
  • Sewing a few aprons.
  • Starting early seeds and forcing spring bulbs.
  • Maybe even writing a few chapters of this book I have in my head.
  • Socializing with friends we miss dearly.

Above-ground type stuff, you know?

Speaking of above-ground… It’s early January, which means seed catalog season here at the Lazy W and everywhere a passionate gardener resides. This is perfect for a waxing moon! Sit with some hot tea or perfect coffee, a notebook, and some colored pens and start dreaming.

  • What did well in last year’s garden? Do you want more of that?
  • What new plants would you love to try this season?
  • Walk around your dormant spaces (at least in your mind) and see what blank spots need filling, and with what? Remember edibles are often just as beautiful as ornamentals.
  • What color combinations excite you this year?
  • Are you growing flowers for your house, for cut bouquets? If so, what colors do your interiors crave? Are you trendy enough to try Pantone’s color of the year in your garden?
  • If you cook a lot at home, what herbs do you find yourself wanting more of? Grow those. And if you decide to grow herbs, you might as well grow your own salad, too. Write that down.

   seed cat desk coffee cup

 

Some people are extremely organized about this garden-planning business. Me? Less so. But I do enjoy the wild brainstorming. And this waxing moon phase is perfect for it.

What do you think of this waxing moon energy? How will you capitalize on it? And are you glued to your seed catalogs yet, like me?

Happy January to you, friends, however you spend it. And may your waxing moon weeks be inspired and productive!

When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon

My soul expands in the worship of the Creator.

~Mahatma Gandhi

XOXOXOXO

or the beauty of

 

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Glittery Sunday

January 5, 2014

We woke a bit late this morning, a small miracle in itself for our eyes to not fly open before dawn… to a snow-dusted, sun-bleached farm. Much kinder than the usual thick cloak of ice, this snow was dancing and whooshing past us in great, billowy, magical plumes of white. The winds are so high and wild this week that a person might believe it to be springtime in Oklahoma, not early winter. All day, when the intense, though frigid, January sun has hit the whirling snow dervishes just right, each soft, dry flake has taken on the glittering, delicate appearance of metallic confetti.

January snowfall and cold sunshine at the farm.
January snowfall and cold sunshine at the farm.

The animals are enduring the cold just fine, for which I am so grateful. Chanta, our big orange and white paint horse, is the golden glowing boy in a pale blue and silver landscape, especially when he stands directly in the sunshine. He is so beautiful. He looks how my heart feels right now… Warm and peaceful. Safe. Fat. Ready.

Our life may be on the verge of big changes once again, and that is wonderful. God has been working both Handsome and me in so many ways, healing us from old hurts, training us toward outreach, comforting us, inspiring us, knitting us tightly together… And I know deep in my well fed bones that Love will have His way. While at first glance life’s details may seem wild and unpredictable like today’s spiralling snowflakes, just shine some light on them and suddenly they are beautiful, rare blessings.

I am now off to make pie crusts for a deep dish chicken pot pie, our chosen wintry feast. The chicken breasts and garlic aromas are mingling together already . Two fresh new books are waiting for me on the love seat near the sunniest east window. Prayers for my girls, my Aunt Marion, and so many other loved ones are constantly on my lips. Gratitude is swelling big and sweet in my belly.

I hope you all are warm and safe enough to slow way down and truly enjoy this rare day. I hope you can eat food you love and cuddle people and pets you love, too. I hope your snow is glittering and your heart is fat and ready . For anything.

So many unknowns. So much Love to answer them all.

The bamboo that bends is stronger than the oak that resists.

~Japanese proverb

XOXOXOXO

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Hi! I’m Marie. This is the Lazy W.

A hobby farming, book reading, coffee drinking, romance having, miles running girl in Oklahoma. Soaking up the particular beauty of every day. Blogging on the side. Welcome to the Lazy W!

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