Abbe Rolnick's Blog: Abbe's Notes, page 39
March 21, 2019
My Power Comes From Writing
What person will I be today? I’ve noticed that when I say I’m on an adventure, my attitude, my demeanor, and my openness changes. I walk with a spring in my gait, and I see more. As a writer, I do this with an empty page. Closing my eyes, I let my characters take me down a road, eat in a restaurant, do things I don’t normally do.
This afternoon, I took my morning walk late. The sun was way overhead. I didn’t have to bundle up like a snowwoman. For some reason the possum that Jim discovered yesterday, sunning itself near our cactus bed, was on the driveway. He greeted me with a paused disdain. Standing still with dark beady eyes, he stared, unmoving. I took the other side of the path and pretended he wasn’t there. A false ignorance that didn’t fool either of us.
The crunch of ice underfoot, this late in the day, had melted and I avoided puddled potholes.
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March 14, 2019
Gavel
One who judges with calculation
As if they were god --- omni-blind
Rules with Hubris
Guilty of treating others poorly
When things go awry
~Abbe
March 7, 2019
Labels
A baby learns quickly the name of objects
But the feel and understanding of labels
Comes with intonation
A word, a home, a definition -- all
Changes with the context of emotion
~Abbe
March 1, 2019
What does philosophy, subsets and the evolution of a book have in common?
In my class taught at Whatcom Community College, The Evolution of a Book: Idea to Fruition, I weave the web and pull the strands together so that a writer, becomes an author, and master of his/her fate, knowing where to tug, pull, and change direction. Learning what the philosophy, subsets and the evolution of a book have in common.
Do you know where are going?
This is where you decide if you want to be a private writer or a public author.
February 28, 2019
Stark December
December slipped through a marker of time
Chilled air, a disappearing sun
Darkness most of the day
Shortened light rays
Warmed by inside flames
Dream time tamed
Heartened, subdued
Till Spring
~Abbe
February 21, 2019
My Mind Travels
With my tendency to contemplate, it is no wonder that this month, my mind travels to retirement. No, I’m not old. I promise you that I’m as young as the spry teenager who climbed trees to write. I’m still the girl who stared at an ant hill for hours watching male ant-workers carry pieces of food to an ever-rising hole.
I don’t know when it happened that I knew I was ready to let go of my restaurant.
February 14, 2019
Divisive Fractures
A life divided, splits ideas and families
Remnants left, carry pasts to present futures
Let the heart hold the remnants
Piece together splits
Become whole
~Abbe
February 9, 2019
Divisive Fractures
A life divided, splits ideas and families
Remnants left, carry pasts to present futures
Let the heart hold the remnants
Piece together splits
Become whole
~Abbe
February 7, 2019
Negotiations
Come to the table, the etiquette of a gathering.
Where there is always a place for one more.
An empty plate filled with food and ideas that differ.
Make space for me.
Leave content, each voice heard.
~Abbe
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