Force Fields

Sechuan called me tonight; she always makes me feel wonderful.  She praised my Saturday night activities of reading and listening to the radio, which I was feeling a little sheepish over.  Really, they are about the best things in the world, though.  Pretty soon, I was talking about mom, and grief, and Sechuan was listening in her serious, encouraging way.  It’s impossible not to say something smart when a friend listens like that.

Sechuan and I met working at Barbara’s Bookstore, way, way back when you looked up distributor inventories on micro-fiche.  Her nickname comes from Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz, whose poetry I think she was reading at the time.  But I am never happy calling things what they are, so Sechuan she became.  We share a love of words, a knight errant’s attraction to entrepreneurial inspirations, and a belief that people in the city can value nature.  And, fortunately, we both like to talk about me.  Right now, I really need to keep talking about me.

Writing about what has happened has its own power, but it also shapes my thoughts into a form which serves the written word.  Sechuan’s gift to me tonight, her companionable, unhurried listening, allowed me to reconnect to what is driving the expression – my need to be, and know, where I am now that my parents are dead.  Writing is one way of locating myself, but it isn’t the territory itself.

The danger of the blog is that it becomes a goal in itself.  I told Sechuan I was going to take tonight and let the force fields recharge before diving back in, after a week of too much work to write.  But I don’t want force fields.  I want you to know that my life is different now than it ever could have been.  And that is not a subject.  That is a verb.

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One thought on “Force Fields

  1. Brenna, I love reading your blog. Your language is beautiful, you always give me something to ponder upon and your photos are stunning. I miss the contact of our unravelling time together xxx Milena

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