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15 June 2010
So we faced off: the prolific thinkers and the quick writers. The window side of the room plodded along--thinking, writing, erasing, writing again. Sure, we had a little trouble mastering the taco fold, but we figured it out...eventually. The board side of the room, on the other hand, wrote with flaming pens, dashing out the words with scarcely a thought for the consequences of such reckless writing.
For all our thinking, we plodders generated humor rather than profundity:
The sandwich of my dreams
Gives sustenance, joy--it feeds my soul.
Bread is food for life,
Comfort food, causing feelings of sadness or anxiety to disappear.
But in their place, remorse. And love handles.
It's all that chocolate you eat when you can't write the prompt.
Writing and chocolate go hand in hand.
So the next time you feel down, get out your journal, a pen, and a basket of chocolate.
And for all their hurry, the speed writers seemed to be on the same page, tapping into the same still waters, running deeply:
She soared against the cold blue sky,
Her wings gliding her ever so high.
The wind blew through her soul.
She sang to the mountains his praise
And vowed to serve him all of her days
Even when her life was clouded by haze.
I trudged on looking, no searching for answers.
Yet realized that the truth could destroy like malignant cancers.
So we ended our day with a laugh and thought.
Sure, we did plenty more yesterday. I did my demo (whew!) and received the kindest words of praise and encouragement. We wrote about ourselves (thank you, Karen!) and had a long afternoon of thinking about future demos. But our day's end made it lovely.
Submitted by Crystal D. Howell