Carol A. Hand
My writing chair is magic
It’s a sacred space
Where it’s safe to travel
Through time and from place to place
It helps me open up memories
From the hazy distant past
And takes me to an imagined future
Recording dreams so they will last
Photo: My Writing Space
The rainbow colored cape
Draped across the chair
Was crocheted by my mother
Sometimes I feel her essence there
Weaving bright threads together
With gnarled arthritic hands
With her healing loving presence
My stories flow in urgent strands
It’s not a fancy chair
In a pristine quiet place
But it’s in a peaceful home
Filled with music, light and grace
May the stories that are written here
Touch hearts with both joy and sorrow
May the stories help us realize that together
We can weave a more peaceful world now and for tomorrow.
Thoughts about Polls:
I really don’t see myself as a writer – I’m merely someone who writes because I must. As I greet the morning, I often feel an urgency to record the thoughts that flow despite pressing tasks that need attention.
As I was reading other blogs this morning, I came across a quote on K. A. Libby’s Blog that describes this compulsion:
“5. I write because I must. I am driven by my obsession to write.” (K. A. Libby)
I’m not sure that a poll to collect writing ideas will help. It could be too overwhelming. But there is another option that is already part of my blog. I do welcome submissions that fit with the blog’s purpose, described on my submissions and about pages. My blog is, after all, called Voices from the Margins. I’m grateful to those who have already shared their stories here as honored guests.
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What an inviting and peaceful sanctuary, Carol! 🙂
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Thank you for your lovely comments, Cicorm, and for your lovely uplifting blog 🙂
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From your lips to God’s ears, may our writing help foster understanding and peace.
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Such lovely, poetic comments! Thank you so much, Bernadette 🙂
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Loved it! A sanctuary, we writers feel we need, to create poems and writings, to express our thoughts, in peace and tranquility.
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Thank you for your kind and lovely comments, Roger 🙂
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I love this post! The magic chair and the cape from your mother! What a special place to write! What a lovely post!thanks
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Thank you for your always kind and lovely comments, Lynz. I’m deeply grateful 🙂
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I loved this post! I could see your chair but could also imagine what it means to you!
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One who writes IS a writer… professional, occupational, or otherwise.
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How about if we compromise, Robert? Let me clarify – I’m a person who sometimes writes, gardens, and does too many other things to list. I hope that none of these socially constructed labels lock me in a prison maintained by my naming who I am by what I choose or am compelled to do for the time… But I do take your comment as a compliment and I’m deeply grateful to you for being kind 🙂
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Okay, how about this?
An eclectic multi-tasker, insightful cultural observer, humanist, and all-around nice lady.
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Hmm – not sure about the “lady” 🙂
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That crochet work is lovely.
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Thank you. I agree. I often wish I had learned how to do it …
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There are some great Youtube videos out there where you can learn how. I taught myself how to knit and crochet earlier this year.
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Oh, I don’t know that my writing chair is magic, but it is sacred and it’s my own special place, a place for all my thoughts and feelings and hopes to come to light. It’s definitely not fancy, and I am such a clutter bunny. But I know where everything is or at least can find it fairly quickly most days. Why do I write? I wonder sometimes, but I know that I have a need to put things into words about what is important to me in hopes that others might relate and somehow we’ll both be better off for the exchange of ideas. This is a great post, Carol, and it really resonated with me. Thanks for sharing about your special, magical writing space. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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These are such delightful comments, Natalie! I love hearing about your special writing place (and I’m a “clutter bunny,” too).
I know I always find something special in the poetry, insights and beautiful photos your share, ❤
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Many of the great composers were so driven to compose that they could not sleep. With many, composing became almost torture. Beethoven, for instance: if anyone would go to the pianoforte and and play a dominant seven chord without resolving it to the tonic, Beethoven would be driven to go and resolve it at the pianoforte. Even after his deafness had set in, Beethoven could not stop composing: the ninth symphony was written when he was completely deaf.
Chopin would stay away from his fiance because he claimed her love was interfering with the music in his head.
My point is, art and expression cannot easily be explained away with mere science. Artists are driven to do what they were made to do, or at least this is my perspective.
Those who have been gifted to raise people up are driven to fulfill that purpose.
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I appreciate learning more about great composers, Sojourner, and your point is well-taken. When we love what we do, our art (whatever it is) flows through us if we let it, in a process over which we have little or no control. Blocking it is also possible but there’s a heavy price to pay…
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Oh, and by the way, this is why you have this sacred space, this sanctuary, so you can fulfill your purpose as a WRITER, as an ARTIST!
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Thank you for settling the issue Robert and I were sparring about – making the clear distinction between purpose and reified identity. My purpose and art (at the moment) may be writing, but it’s not who I am or all that I am as a person…
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“My purpose and art (at the moment) may be writing, but it’s not who I am or all that I am as a person…”
Absolutely! We are all much more than our gifts and purposes, and we also have a responsibility to care for and seek out our own selves as well.
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Your evocative description, Carol, has woven a magical web around the chair, cape and sacredness of the writing space. The sanctity in your writings, I like to presume, may clearly be attributable to these artefacts…best wishes,
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I so appreciate your eloquent, poetic comments, Raj. Thank you for them and for your kindness.
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