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Question of the month: How can I write when I’m so dreadfully stressed?

Join the parade! This is what I’m doing. As long as I’m halfway up the wall I’m going to grab a foothold, brace myself, peek over and take notes. I might get some unique insights that would otherwise be lost in the fog of forgetting.

Let me tell you about stress. A few weeks ago I was diagnosed with stage four cancer. At first my brain was in a muddle of confusion, I was scared and didn’t know what to do. Then it came to me. This is one of the GRAND ADVENTURES of my lifetime — I will probably not be back this way again in this existence anyway. A quick ride in the ambulance from my house to St. Benedict’s. Then a life flight from Jerome to St. Luke’s in Boise. I’d never been in a helicopter. The trip was exciting in a strange way. My mind kept drifting toward the source of life. The closer I approached the nugget of consciousness as we know it the more vivid my insights grew.

I saw infinity in all directions — matter, time, space, motion, wind, electricity, sound and entire worlds. I saw creation across the face of the deep when God stretched forth a hand and flung stars into the big bang and said, “Let there be light.” I realized I am stardust drifting forever in the cosmos, both infinitely conscious and unconscious. I am everywhere and nowhere all at one time.

One evening a thunderstorm rolled through Boise. I was on the ninth floor and I got an unusual display just outside my window. Since it was Independence Day, I thought it was pyre-techniques. Then it occurred to me what it was — I’d heard of but never seen ball lightening — absolutely beautiful in an awe inspiring way. It looked like twin fire tornadoes turned sideways. I looked first through one then the other when they lumbered past my window. Brilliant burning vortices — maws opened to the black depths of creation.

I saw birds and other animals both large and small, eating and being eaten in turn. Everyone eats. I glimpsed where I am ultimately going, and guess what — I’m already there. Although I’m not in any big rush to get back to the little spot where my life slipped through to this side when I was born, I know all I will have to do when the time comes is slide back down that life thread and figure out how to get back through the pin hole-divider to where I need to be. We are part of infinity. And infinity by definition is forever. There are no beginnings or endings in eternity. Infinity goes on and on forever in all directions, in all times, and all ways.

That is what I saw when I grabbed a handhold, braced myself against the wall and wrote notes. It doesn’t take much effort and the results are absolutely amazing. Who knows what you might see over your fence.

So next time you are making excuses about not writing because you are too stressed, think of the possibilities. You will be amazed at what you will see if you take the time to peek and write notes.

When Cleopatra faced her ultimate end I think she said it best, “I have immortal longings in me now.”

-By Dixie Thomas Reale

Question Of The Month: Everyone Has a Story to Tell. What’s Yours?

That is the theme or motto of the Other Bunch. Each person’s story is different because we have different life experiences, viewpoints and understandings of events. No two people are alike, even identical twins (who are as close to being the same person as possible without sharing the same body) have a slightly different view of the world because they each stand in a different spot on the earth.

What makes your story unique is your individual view of the world, how an event or life situation affects you and makes you feel.  When you examine your world and relate it to others on paper in an unapologetic and straight forward manner the reader is allowed to live in your skin and understand your thoughts momentarily. Through our written words we are able to see and show the connectedness of mankind — that is heady power. 

Women, people of color, the young, the old, the handicapped and all who feel or has ever felt that they were somehow “other” need to realize the time has come to speak up, to write your story. We had a woman run for president of the United States this year and she nearly made it. We had a black man run and he did make it. We now have a president who is of African heritage. Those two events would have been impossible just a few years ago.

I am reminded of the television commercial which shows thousands of women walking forward from the horizon and female voices saying, “I am powerful.”  The time has never been better. We each need to write our story and by doing so seize our power and share our view with the world.  

 

Dixie Thomas Reale