Writing a memoir looks quite daunting as more years unfurl and a life is viewed with the benefit of hindsight and perspective.
Tons of junk and gleanings of gold wait to be sifted through as our memory begins to recall past times with greater clarity than what happened yesterday.
What do you focus on: scenes, themes or dreams?
What should have the preeminence in the whole gamut of one’s experience?
Where do you start (or finish) the story of your life?
Can you appreciate it for the gift it truly is?
“It holds joy and pain, laughter and tears, success, defeat, triumph and disaster” – Marion Stroud ‘The Gift of Years’
I’m not entirely sure how to answer those questions, but they (and others) have preoccupied my mind since I decided to get some of my life down on paper.
Inspiration and guidance have come from reading memoir and books about the art of writing it, including William Zinsser’s ‘Writing About Your Life’.
I had a stab at it with ‘Seeking Solace’, where I examined aspects of my life in the light of God’s grace discovered in the hard places.
It flooded out of me in an unwieldy spiel of poetry over a couple of years, and pulled me inside out emotionally. Afterwards, I was drained, depleted, the poetic well a mere trickle.
Then something rather surprising and wonderful happened – God began opening a door of discovery in my mind.
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I was able to remember the good times in my childhood without shame or regret, experience a freeing in my soul.
“The gift of years may hold bodily weakness and limitations but it can also contain increased spiritual strength and effectiveness” – Marion Stroud, ‘The Gift of Years’
Those reminiscences became tiny snapshots like this…
I bend to the task before me with inky-blue stained fingers cradling soft, squishy currants with increasing expertise.
My mahogany neck a fragile stem crisped by sun’s fierce heat, and hair bleaching blonder by the day.
Summer was lived outdoors. My sister and I could disappear for hours, venture further from home’s confines.
It was a needful breathing space in the school year, where being yourself was easier to bear…”
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