I look out of my window today and I see so much fodder for writing. It is a blustery day, much like the day that Winnie the Pooh experienced in the Hundred Acre Wood so long ago. I have to imagine that AA Milne might have sat at his desk and looked out his window before putting pen to paper to write the very first Pooh story. I of course am not a children's story writer. Perhaps some day I will attempt such a thing. But, as I look out at the dark day my thoughts turn towards darker and colder stories. To me it is interesting that my mind is working towards writing today as other than this blog, I have not written anything in the way of creative writing for months. I wouldn't say that I'm uninspired, I'm just not interested in writing. My life has been so nerve-wracking for the last several months that writing seemed like a joy that I was not worthy of having. So, why is it that today my heart and mind feel light enough to want to write again? It must have been a dream that I had just before waking. I dreamed of the house that I grew up in.
I know that the house has been sold, but my mind walked me up to the door and asked the new owner if I could just walk around and say my farewell's. After that I walked around the yard and saw every plant and tree that we had planted. I walked the porch that I helped my father build and I stood at the window that had been my bedroom window, and my window to the world. Now, I'm fairly certain that very little of the house and yard look as they did when I was a child, but my mind will always remember that house, that place that was my home.
They say that you can never go home again. I don't believe that is true, you can go home, but only in your mind. That place, that feel, that life goes away when you leave it and you cannot reclaim it, but you can remember it. Because you remember it, it will live forever, much like lost loved ones.
In my dream, I was moving to New York. Interesting that. I've never even been to New York. But, I am going next year. I wonder if my mind is just doing a bit of wishful thinking, or was this a bit of pre-cognizance? Now that is an interesting thought. Still it isn't the meaning of the dream that intrigued me, it is the light feeling that infused my soul while I was dreaming. It remains strong even to now. This feeling makes me want to write and gives me a romantic feeling inside, perhaps it is a feeling of nostalgia. I don't know what it is, what I do know is that I will be spending the night writing.
This means that I need to decide what it is that I want to pick up. I would like to expand upon my new EBook, How to Write an Autobiography. I am thinking of making a workbook style out of it. That might help those that have serious problems organizing their thoughts. But, I think that I might actually renew working on Cali's new adventure. The good thing here is that I have so much that I can do and I don't have to stick with only one thing.
In other news, I now have one of my co-workers interested in going to Winnemucca with me when the weather breaks. That should be a hoot! He is quite the personality and I am really looking forward to the trip. Tomorrow, I'll tell you about some of the skeletons they have found here in Nevada. Maybe we can piece together a time line that would include these odd skeletons. We'll see. Right now, my dinner is getting cold.
Live well and be good to each other.