Wednesday, February 17, 2010
On the road
Working on a new book or a new painting is like stepping into another country. In this way I'm always traveling to new countries. And now I guess you might say I'm on the road again. I'm writing my third book of fiction. (My second book, AN ORDINARY DAY IN HEAVEN, isn't out yet. I confess I get a little anxious in this waiting period between the words "The End" and "Now in Bookstores." So in the meantime, I work.) And I appreciate the world around me. (We must never miss an opportunity to appreciate the world around us, I always say.) For example, today I was explaining to my granddaughter the Sacred Act of Eating. She held back chuckles as I explained that eating is a Holy Event. Every meal, holy and sacred. The taste, texture, sight, sound, aroma, and sheer delight of food-- She munched her veggie burger and then chuckling openly, she said she'd never think of eating quite in the same way. It's all about Being Present, I explain. She does not look at me as if I'm from another country. She gets up from the table, comes over to me and gives me a big hug. I'm back from the road. I'm definitely home.