A different way of seeing things

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye. ~ The Little Prince

Three loosely-connected, unedited experiences and observations…

1) You know how a fresh haircut can often make you feel better, how a good eyebrow shaping can lift your spirits, if not your eyes? Yeah, that’s what I thought until Tuesday, when I went to the salon for both. I love that my hair is once again bouncing and behaving, but my eyebrows…not so much. I wanted to eliminate the woolly-caterpillar look, but after a tragic episode in which tender skin met too-hot wax, I’m an eyesore with a very sore eye. My eyebrow area is raw and painful, and swollen half-shut. 

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) If I tilt my head sideways and squint just so, I can see the bright side to this bizarre mishap. Lying on the sofa with my eye covered in antiobiotics and frozen peas, I’ve had quite a bit of time to think about a manuscript I’m critiquing. Since I can’t focus for long on on the words on the page, I’ve gone inward, replaying the scenes and character sketches in my head. I think I figured out how to make the heartbeat of the story (which is already strong) even stronger. I’m not sure I’ll be able to finish reading the whole manuscript by the deadline, but I’m hoping my ideas will help. And selfishly speaking, I think it’s helping me see how I can improve my own writing. 

Pretend you see an effective transition here.

3) A while back, I received the Roar for Powerful Words Award from a much-loved, much-admired author. I was struck by a sense of wonder: How did this mewling kitten of a writer score such a rip-roaringly fabulous prize? So much of the time, I still feel like the pudgy 12-year-old girl who once stood all alone on the sidelines of the gymnasium, tugging at the bottom of my too-tight gym shorts and staring at the floor, clinging desperately to the hope that I wouldn’t be the last-place pick for a team. 

Truth be told, my childhood experiences tarnished this award for me. How could I, in turn, choose five favorite bloggers from among the many wonderful writers who’ve so generously shared their personal journeys? How could I leave someone standing by themselves on the sidelines, when blogging is all about becoming and playing on a team? Ashamed to think that I’d hurt someone by omission, I hid the award in the back of my emotional locker — until today. 

I don’t discount the significance of the awards already given and received; it’s truly a great honor to recognize and be recognized by (to be read by!) wonderful writers and creative thinkers. Also, by no means do I want to put my own thoughts on a pedestal; as with everything, there will be those who disagree. But (and this may be a cop-out; if so, so be it) since since it’s my turn, I’m nominating everyone who’s courageous enough to post their ideas and innermost feelings on their blogs. Thanks for coaching me by example as I develop my own writing skills, for encouraging me to come out and play. I’m so honored that you’ve picked me for your team. 

48 Comments

  1. Well said. You were able to put into words exactly what I could not.

    The thought of leaving someone out made it impossible for me to choose at all.
    I too treasure all the wonderful writers-artists who blog and support each other!

    One day I will buy you a glass of wine to celebrate our awards for all!!

  2. ::smooch::
    You’re awesome for not wanting to hurt anyone by omission!

    and I feel your pain as far as the eyebrow waxing goes….I had an esthetician burn me when doing both my eyebrows and a bikini wax. The eyebrow burn was minimal, however bad burns in the crease of your leg really hurt!!!

    • Ohmigosh! *squee!*

      Numerous times, Melodye, you’ve impressed me with the candid way you speak of your past. If anyone deserves the lion, I believe you do.

      But I do know how you feel. *huggles*

    • Just look at that bundle of sweet, snuggly love. Thank you so, so much; my eye feels better already!

      I like the one up front…he looks like he’s plotting his escape. Second favorite: the two in the middle back. How could you not want to take any or all of ’em home?

      • My favorite is the one in back next to the orange tiger, the one with the black mark on its cheek as looks as if it would be a calico. I’m a sucker for calico kittens.

        Next favorite is the orange tiger and then the brown tiger in the middle, the beige kitten with the white belly, and in the front, on the left, the gray and white kitten with the white blaze and then the …. yup, I’d take all of them, which is how I ended up with 26 at one time.

        • Oh, that one tugged at my heart, too. So much personality in that fur coat, isn’t there? I can’t imagine taking home just one…

          You had 26 cats at one time? Whoa, that must have been fun!!

          • You’ve heard of a 5 dog night, well one winter it was a 26 cat night for me! My husband got up to put more wood in the stove and started laughing, as I had cats up one side of me, across my head, and down the other…and wouldn’t you know …no film in the camera.

  3. I really think it’s fine to pick a few who mean something special to you for some reason. I think readers are interested in why and might discover something/ someone new and different. I also think when we make everything and everybody absolutely equal in all ways, all of the time it becomes like in the movie “the Incredibles” where everyone is award winning and so the awards become meaningless. I’d rather celebrate the differences.

    It is certainly heartwarming to read your point of view and read how lovingly you practice it. You are one interesting writer, that’s for sure.

    • I get what you’re saying here…this isn’t Lake Wobegone. It’s good to honor greatness, and to recognize it for what it is.

      I like to think that we’re all interesting writers — together and independent of one another. xoxoxo

  4. OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!
    =:-o

    And you so deserve that award.
    Yes, yes ya do.

    *sends more frozen veggies wrapped in something soft and dry to keep your skin from chapping, and also mucho kudos*

  5. Roar on!

    So sorry about the eyebrows. My two-year-old has taken to drawing on her eyebrows with ballpoint pen. I hope your brows feel better soon, although I guess I don’t recommend little sweetie’s approach, either.

    • I’m seeing much more clearly today, thank you.

      Yet another thing we share in common: I love The Little Prince, too. It’s one of my favorite stories of all time. Would you believe I never read it until I was in college? When did you discover him?

      • Well, I am glad to hear your brow is starting to feel better. But no scratching the itches, okay? Hand down. I see it twitching.

        When did I discover him? On one of my nightly strolls along the milky way, in my early teens, I think. I did an advanced English class in grade 12 or 13 in which I chose to do a paper on the works of Saint-Exupery.

    • Ah, yes, you’re right! Thanks for helping me smooth out that rough patch. We’re better writers, aren’t we, when we work together.

      I’m glad you’re my blogging buddy, too. I love reading about your unusual (to me) adventures!

  6. Okay, that sounds really painful. Oy! That sucks! Personally, I think the unibrow is going to make a comeback. Mayhaps you should just let those suckers grow rather than subject yourself to that medieval torture again! lol… glad the new locks are flowin’ and boucnin’!!!!

    You most definitely deserve any award you win, Melodye. You’re a team captain, you inspire many of us to keep hammering out the words, to keep perservering, to keep on going. You are inspirational and the giver of so much hope. You’ll never be picked last for any team.

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