Wednesday, August 7, 2024

Fresh Air, Fresh Ideas

 


Writing is an ever-evolving journey that often takes unexpected turns and unveils new paths to explore. This journey becomes even more special when it's shared with someone who supports and nurtures your creative spirit. For me, that someone is my partner, Callie, who constructed a cozy covered deck just off our bedroom, a space where my mind expands and my words find their home.

This deck, lovingly referred to as my "deck o' fice," is a sanctuary where I can immerse myself in my writing. The deck boasts a salvaged rocker, perfect for those moments when I need to rock my thoughts into coherence. A faded red boho rug lies on the wooden floor in front of a chiminea, where many a ritual fire has been burned, releasing what is needed, extending our offerings, and sending our hopes and dreams skyward in plumes of fragrant smoke.

The overhang frame is adorned with hanging faceted crystals, wind chimes that sing in the breeze, and candle lanterns that cast a warm, inviting glow in the evening. As I sit here, I am surrounded by the beauty of nature—majestic cedars and firs, vibrant Oregon grape, and resilient Nootka roses. A wooded path winds its way through this haven, leading to a serene lake where eagles call to their young and glide effortlessly through the tall tree limbs, teaching their offspring the art of flight.

In this enchantingly rustic space, I often find myself jotting down notes, elaborating on imaginative narratives, and editing my work. The "deck o' fice" offers a refreshing change of scenery, fresh air, and constant reminders from our dog and cat to get up, move, and play with them. Their playful interruptions are welcomed breaks that rejuvenate my spirit and spark new ideas.

Sometimes, despite setting out to write on a specific topic or project, I discover that the words flowing through me are meant for something else entirely. I’ve learned to embrace this flow, understanding that it might hold the key to unlocking the very insights I had intended to capture. Writing in this tranquil, inspiring environment allows me to remain open to the magic of creativity, trusting that each word, each sentence, is part of a larger journey.

As I continue this writing odyssey, I am grateful for the "deck o' fice," a space where I can connect deeply with my work and the world around me. It is a place where stories come alive, where imagination knows no bounds, and where the simple joys of nature and companionship enrich every moment of my creative process.







 

 

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