Image via WikipediaAlbert Einstein: “There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.”
I would much rather live the second way, but it's not always easy, is it? Like most people, I need constant reminders that I have a choice in the way to look at life. I need stories that offer a variety of perspectives, where I can both agree and yes, disagree. I need stories to help me think and I need to write stories to discover what I think.
Stories are like eggs, waiting to hatch. They may be ugly or they may be beautiful, but most likely they are somewhere in between, a combination of both ends of the spectrum.
Today I am gorging myself on stories by the teen writers of Girls Write Now and their mentors as I dive into the final stages of Anthology edits. Tomorrow I will go to headquarters to sit down with my co-editor, writer Kirthana Ramisetti, where we will shape it into a book, and then hand it off to the copy editor before it goes to publication.
Some of us have just celebrated Easter, the story of the resurrection of Jesus. Others of us have celebrated Passover, the story of the Exodus from slavery in Egypt to freedom in the desert. Some have also celebrated the return of Persephone from underground, the return of the sun, making the earth fecund again.
We have all certainly made note of the springtime with the rains and budding leaves. (Our family celebrates with all of these stories and more - the requisite scavenger hunt for candy filled eggs.)
Stories tell us who we are. And that's why we write, don't we?
Stories and faith are talked about in the same way: it's like driving at night - our headlights only show us the way a little bit at a time. We have to trust in doing the next right thing. We may get lost, but we can always find our way back to our story, our center.
Sometimes I get anxious when watching a movie with the husband because I don't know what the story is about. He laughs at me (gently) and reminds me to enjoy the ride.
Are you enjoying the ride in your writing, your reading, and/or your faith?