“Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
-L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
My dream is to write for kids and my mom is patiently waiting for this to happen. For my birthday, she gave me the most thoughtful, inspirational gift: An adorable bird jar (pictured above) filled with quotes from children’s books. Each quote is cut out, rolled, and wrapped with a colourful ribbon. Brilliant, right?
Today, I unrolled the L.M Montgomery quote, above. Yesterday, words from Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland: “Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
Best. Present. Ever.
I didn’t get to enjoy June’s entrance thanks to a flu that knocked me down for a week. Able to (somewhat) function today, I made it outside to see that most of my lilac is on the ground and I missed the bloom of the alliums.
So, I did what any rational flu-recovering individual would do: I grabbed my camera to stand in the drizzling rain in order to capture the last bit of spring.
I had to force myself out of bed this morning to go for a walk. I was late, so it turned out to be a short one but I was rewarded for my newfound commitment with the beauty of the rising sun reflecting in the bay, colourful tulip gardens, and blossoming trees along my favourite path.
I returned to my house only to be slapped from my reverie with some good ole teenage snark. Thankfully, contentment was restored when my husband and I had an in-depth chat about a novel idea that I’ve been working on for a few months. After twenty minutes of lobbing story possibilities back and forth, I was ready to hit my desk and power out character sketches, scene ideas and a blog post.
But, then I checked the news.
I clicked on a video that brought tears to my eyes. Horrific human behaviour. What is happening?
There’s a heaviness now; my words are buried under sorrow, disbelief, and confusion. Optimism will return soon, I’m sure, but I’m having a hard time writing through the headlines lately.