A visceral common thread

The opening up of one’s viewpoint often comes from just a few key moments of finding common ground.  This can occur through a shared experience with another soul, finding that one feels a similar response in that shared experience, a way towards feeling less alone in the world.  When I am in the midst of a truly great piece of fiction, I reflect on the main characters reactions and feelings throughout the illustrated circumstances of the moment and ask myself questions:  does this feel familiar?  what would i have done differently?  It amazes me sometimes when I encounter a developed character that resonates so much with me.  I want to know more about the author.  How did this author pull it off?   How is this author able to unfold the depth and real voice and feel of this character to such an extent that I feel a connection to this fictitious individual? 

These are important questions for me for it helps propel me into a deeper meditation on how to create characters for my own pieces that will offer a consort for my future readers.   Why does someone get hooked on a TV series?  Generally, it’s a deep appreciation and fondness for a character.   And this occurs because the character is believable, relatable, vulnerable- even vulnerable in cases of heroism.  

So what does this mean as I push forward to a daily pages and future authoriship goal?  It means that first and foremost the goal must be to introduce someone to an audience that will be worthy of people’s attention.. whether that is worthiness of respect, of care, of honor and even of humility.

Someone that others would want to know and whose friendship they would never want to lose.

Who is this person?  What is this person made of?   What are the person’s vulnerabilities?  What are her dreams?   Where is she on the journey- at what stage in her life?  Has she missed out on some things?   and if so- why?   What were her obstacles?   Are these obstacles firm or can they be moved?   Is it too late for some dreams?  And can her dreams be changed?   What are her strengths?  Her weaknesses?  What are some things that she stands firm on?  And what strong opinions over the years have found a way towards bending and adjusting?

Where does she live?

Who is her tribe?

Does she even have a tribe?

 May 11, 2015 

A Lullaby For Sofie – a new melody begins

The intent of this blog is to provide a canvas – a space really, to explore all of those things that offer a salve for the soul.   Sofie is my inspiration.   Where she has been, what she has been through, where she is now and where she is headed. I think of Sofie with such tenderness.   I long to maintain a place of safety for her so she can continue to heal and grow stronger, as she learns the boundaries of safety in her new world.   Understanding who is safe and what is safe is a key aspect of her daily existence.   Bracing herself for potential turmoil and danger is always intricately woven into every cell of her tiny frame.  I imagine our lives running parallel to one another – hers in a short span mirroring my longer plight.   It is not an accident that I was selected to provide her with a safe place to find her own inner strength.  And in bringing her this peaceful environment, where she can truly run free without worry of unwelcome demands on her body or mind, I find myself learning from her.   I, too, am finding a new strength to move one foot in front of the other.   And in fact, I find myself looking to build a life of joy in a place that has been a bit murky this last decade.  Waiting to die is no way to live.   If I look honestly at my life these past twenty years or so it’s really been about passing the time, making it to the next morning.   It has not been about thriving or reaching for the good stuff.  It’s been primarily about existing and shielding myself from future pain.     I see with Sofie that the tension she has within her exists also in me and it has for a very long time.   And in this tension, I find myself tired… most days.   It is exhausting to live in a place of mere survival.    Something must change.

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