Writing a Memoir is tricky business. The mind becomes a time machine. Jump in and buckle up. Go for the ride. A roller coaster of highs and lows. Laughing one minute, breathless the next. Do you want to remember? Do you need to remember? What exactly do you remember? Totally subjective are all memories. They can’t be trusted but here they are. We can never remember precisely as it was, however we can indeed remember the effects on us personally. These effects make our Memoir memorable.
Raw and wounded, blissful and healing, a trap awaits us who dare to dig up the ghosts of lessons past. So easy to get stuck there. Like quicksand swallowing our present, digesting our souls. Tread carefully, and take a friend with rope to pull you out of the mire.
Not to say, “Don’t Do It.” Just advice along the way. Beware of rabid dogs with sharp and hungry teeth. Living it the first time was experience. Living it through memories is quite another story. To be here and there simultaneously. Legs of lead dragging us from room to room. Arms too heavy to wash dishes. The body droops. The heart so busy, beating, at once, two different rhythms. Atrial fibrillation.
A character takes center stage both past and present. Along the timeline, there is mayhem. Chaos comes to those in search of order. Chronological chaos. Forget order. Go with your gut. What is important will flay itself before you. All senses firing on red alert. This must be written on the page! To savor the moment, be real. Lies will be transparent to all who read. Only truth can set us free. Within our hearts is there the only truth bearing witness to our revelation.
To be revealed. Lost and found again. No one can know where we have been, what we have done, regrets and shame in sealing wax a mystery forever to us all. Yet some strange magic pries from the crypt to whisper, Cry no more. Leave no stone to sink beneath the earth’s crust.
For who may, in righteous standing, judge another in whose shoes they have not stepped? The path is winding. The forest dark threatens to wrap us in its brambles and branches, and keep us from returning to the light of today. A spark of memory that carries us away. Then grabbing onto something unseen but felt, we slowly drag ourselves to shore, wishing to be here once more.
Forewarned you proceed until you understand firsthand.
© Jennifer Sweete, November 2016
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Books I have enjoyed reading this season:
Plato and Aristotle. A fascinating study of wo philosophers at odds.
Binge reading Murder Mystery novelist Margaret Coel’s books this season. Not a fan of murder mysteries but Coel’s writing intrigues and inspires me. Her style is simple yet elegant, descriptive enough to transport me to a place or see a person’s face, without overdoing. Her focus is on the Arapahoe in Wyoming and a Jesuit Priest. I’m fascinated by her historical research and have enjoyed watching her writing style blossom from book to book as she’s honed her craft.
Until we meet again, keep reading, keep writing, keep dreaming!
Jennifer Sweete is the author of Dear Sandy: The letter that wrote itself into a Book (2015) and The Poet & The Widow (2016). She is a Certified Massage Therapist and Usui/Holy Fire Karuna Reiki® Master and teacher, a small business and writer’s consultant, self-mastery coach, musician, poet, and author. And they all fit snugly into the same hat! She’s currently serving her 2nd term as President of the Chaffee County Writers Exchange while assisting other authors through the processes of editing, self-publishing and marketing their books. She resides with her husband, grandson, and furry friend in sunny Colorado. For more info, contact her firstname.lastname@example.org.