My dearest Fulgura,
As the red of the pohutukawa flowers gives way to the red of changing leaves, it becomes achingly clear how long it’s been.
Do you remember when we went to the Bahamas? We sat by the water together and told story after story. It was New Year and my birthday and you gave me present after present of sea glass and sand dollars and mermaid’s purses. I carry them in my pocket still and think of you as my fingers toy with them. That was over a year ago now.
So much has happened since then. I’ve spent nearly a year under the long white cloud and I’ve been distracted. The craft breweries and aerial circuses have drawn my attention away from you. I think of you often, as I hike under tree ferns or explore kelpy tide pools, I wish you were there to share it with me.
I can sometimes feel you near me. I wonder on misty nights if you are peeking through my windows. You feel so close. I can picture your wet, mist-laden hair sticking to your face, perfectly framing your Antarctic-nipped cheeks. Do you see me drinking pinot gris and wonder why I don’t invite you in to share some? I wonder why. I imagine you cuddled up next to me, a wine glass in your hand and your lips become looser and looser, knowing you can tell me anything. And I hang on to your every word, holding you close and letting you know how important you are to me.
It’s completely my fault, of course. I’ve taken you for granted, assumed that you would just come when I called. I know we’ve always been close and I just expected it would always be that way. But deep down I know, you are getting frustrated with me. I know that this relationship needs to go both ways. Something needs to change. It’s time for me to take responsibility for this.
In light of that realization, I have some news for you. I am moving to Alaska to be with you. I can picture it already, the two of us cuddled up under northern lights, huddled together in amazement at the impossible cold. With nothing to do but admire the snow and share our stories, we get closer and closer. I capture your words, as they fly into the frozen air and crystallize like snowflakes, each one the delicate fossilization of an idea, a memory, made solid so that we can share it with each other. Venturing out to glaciers on summer days that never end. I can promise you this: in the coming years you will be my focus. I will give you the time and energy and attention you deserve, if you just grant me your company in return.
I want to show you how much you mean to me, and I intend to start today. I’ll wait for you tonight, under our usual starry night. If you feel the inclination, you can slip in beside me. If you feel so inclined, we can catch up. Or we can sit together in silence and relearn what it feels like to be close to each other. And if you don’t feel like it tonight, I’ll be waiting tomorrow night also, and the night after that and the night after that.
In response to revisiting Elizabeth Gilbert’s TED Talk on Genius.
Also, creative commons love to Brian @HKG for the photo!
Beautiful! However, my muse and I function much better here in the sun drenched south of France! 🙂
You and your muse seem to have a wonderful relationship. However, after the long winter the north has had (and still experiencing), I am concerned about your choice of rendezvous locations! 🙂
Yes, well, I am going to Alaska because I’ve been accepted and funded (!!) to go to an MFA program there. So really, the location chose me. I am looking forward to the challenge, though (:
I wish you a lot of luck. At least you’re heading there as summer approaches. Hopefully you’ll get warm enough weather. 🙂
How can the muse not be amused? Read back, and you will see that the return has already happened!
Thank you! (:
Congratulations on the MFA program (are you sure you really need it?)–and I know the 2 of you will be very happy there!
Thanks so much! I am looking at the MFA program as a way to make writing a more central part of my life. It’s definitely not about the piece of paper. For the next three years, all my expenses will be paid for and writing and studying writing will be my job. It’s like a dream!
This is beautiful and I wish you much joy and inspiration with your dream. May you and your muse grow ever closer and share the bounty of that coming together with us!
Beautiful sentiment – and thank you for liking Newbie Writers Guide!
Beautiful. And yet, for musings, words never seem like they are enough…I love this terribly much.
I was thinking about that TED talk as I read this. I SO LOVE THIS POST.
Hope the meeting went well – judging from your writing I would have to say yesssss!
I think I have finally found a blog I can relate to…and probably never would have found you had you not found me first. I look forward to reading more of your blog and being inspired to submit some of my writings for possible publication, although that is not my clear cut goal, but rather to make my writing deeper and stronger and being satisfied with my effort. Peace, not as the world gives, Jeanne…
Thanks so much! Good luck in your endeavors!