As the events occurring on the other side of the planet flash across my screens reminding me of the continued injustices in the world, my pen struggles for words to scribe.
My own daily tribulations are seemingly insignificant, meaningless and vain.
Yet, at the same time, I am numb with anxieties, overwhelm and exhaustion. My laundry and dishes piled high and another week trickles by in which I’ve still not finished my journal article due to the publishers in a few days time. Such dread. Stories of woe have been trailing through my notebook for weeks.
It’s at these times that I reach for the words of others to guide my writing. I become a collector of words (and images) in contrast to a generator of words.
This can go many directions.
Today, I simply took to social media, Instagram to be precise, and doom scrolled for a bit. And, then, I lifted some words from an Instagram image and listened for where they might take me.
What does it take? she asks to attain that magnitude of unfailing heroism? of bravery . . . courage . . . fearlessness? David versus Goliath. To raise a fist against the largest of forces #FightLikeZel The world chants in awe She reaches for a cookie Lemon - from the Girl Scouts I thought you weren’t eating sugar her husband reminds her I am today, she replies they have words on them he tells her I’m a Go-Getter he smiles Her eyes search for the words she’s been gifted I am Strong her cookie whispers Her teeth bite off the smallest of bites savoring the sweetness and taking in the Strength Then she walks to her bedroom And picks up the dirty laundry and carries the basket to the washing machine. draft Shari Daniels 2022
It’s easy to go about our lives as if the happenings in the world do not affect us. But, they do, in ways that go unnoticed, under the currents of our everyday circumstances. And, I’m always surprised that when I capture a snippet of words that the screens or books or poets are sharing and write them into my notebook, my pen finds a way to uncover more, a more personal way the events of the world connect to me.
And, I am changed.
I am participating in the 15th Annual SOL 2022 March challenge. For 31 days, I will attempt to write and share a small slice of life from my days. If you’d like to read more of today’s slices from other teacher-writers, please head over to twowritingteachers, who have also committed to this challenge.