It is a soft, misty morning here in Virginia. The clouds are draped softly on the trees, the grass, the ground. The white swirls around as I drive. I feel as if I am wrapped in a soft fluffy blanket, and I am instantly, happily, back in Ireland on a similar day.
A low whistle, the uillean pipes, the guitar, the lyrical stories in song fill my car’s speakers. I begin to smile, to imagine, to be there.
Sitting in the pub, on a soft misty day, eating an amazing fresh-caught fish, a lovely Smithwick’s pint to wash it down.
Not knowing exactly what will happen next, but blissfully not worrying about it.
Listening to the session musicians, watching the set dancing….people much older than me who could dance as if they had springs underfoot.
The dark, warm wooden tones of the pub wrapping you up to insulate against anything the outside might throw your way.
What a lovely morning of imagining, of remembering, it has been.
Our power is going on and off. The internet is down, again. Living in the country is wonderful, but not so wonderful for the latest and greatest technology.
Anyway, I wasn’t going to write. No wordpress.com available, little laptop battery left, yada, yada, yada. I am thinking about writers before the dawn of the computer. Pen, paper, and sometimes, quill, parchment, candlelight. Or even before that, stone and chisel. Torches.
The urge to write, to create, to express ideas is strong in writers. Or at least it should be. God has created us in His image, and He is the ultimate Creator, the ultimate Writer. Nothing stops Him. 😊
So I am writing this on my low battery, and giving myself an inner lecture. Because I can write anytime, and I don’t need a fancy laptop and high-speed internet to do it. Even if no one reads it, it is cathartic, it is satisfying, it stimulates a good productive part of my brain that needs to be away from the infernal internet.
Maybe you will read this on the blog today, and maybe not. But either way, I wrote. And if the battery dies, I will find a nice pad of paper and my favorite pen. I just hope I don’t have to find a chisel. Lol
Lisa
Postscript – As you can see, the internet came back for now. So the blog is posted. But this has given me much food for thought…..do I write for others, or for the joy of writing, or for God? Maybe for all mentionned? How do I feel after I write? How would all of us do if internet and electricity were down long term? Wow…..can opened, worms everywhere….(thank you, Chandler Bing from F.R.I.E.N.D.S)
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