I know you of the Blue World.
You are a storyteller. You are made of memory. Your mind is an endless accordion of timeless impressions.
You are exhausted by the everyday. You press your face to mirrors and search for other worlds in your own eyes. You listen for the ancient voices in the bending boughs of trees.
You experience the seasons of the Earth within your body, struggling toward light, creeping toward slumber, agonizing over the lack of empathy and care for soil and blossom. You speak to animals. You wonder where they sleep.
You gaze at horizons and ache for wisdom, connection, purpose. You remember a faraway land you will never reach, and know it is the Canaan which lies within you.
You treasure deep silence and find comfort in the whisper of time slipping round the tender curl of your ear, a sweet warm breath. You tuck away with kaleidoscope dreams, puzzles to sort into patterns and possibility. You love the secret taste of all your favorite words, especially the restorative piquancy of love.
You are restive. You mourn the ages, the beauty you are blind to, the suffering you are bound to, the wonder of dying stars and the wars that rage within all bleeding hearts. You crave expression.
You are small beneath a heavy sky. You are lost upon a vast sea. You are not here in the present or present in the future. You feel yourself an alien.
Don’t be fooled. You are not languishing. You are not trapped. You are longing.
I often feel – don’t you? - my chest will fling itself open and a thousand birds will burst forth, madness released, to finally extinguish the longing to arrive at some finish, to come to some certainty, for the relief of completion. If only I could finish this draft, solve this plot, know this theme. I want to feel the work is solid. I want it to be worthy. I want it to be myself and also outside myself. I want it to be done. I want it to be human.
In the end, every word remains with me, for it is my story, after all. Incomplete in ways I can’t assuage or explain. The end is never the end. I write it again. I am writing it on my bones.
And yet, there is joy! A single sentence, a perfect turn of phrase can move me to such faith or challenge all of my convictions. It’s a rush. I want to shout these stories from the gables and glens, a resounding echo to encourage fellow wanderers, murmuring ancient tales to themselves, squinting at faded print, their only guide through the cerulean miasma of existence.
So, here is the most beautiful secret - we know this blue place. We are of it.
This is where we were always from and where we are always going. Just as light at the blue end of the spectrum does not travel the whole distance from the sun to Earth, but disperses, scatters, reflects, here is the truth about all of us. We are perpetual.
To look at the Blue World is to see our state of being and to know why.
Author Rebecca Solnit says in her beautiful book, A Field Guide to Getting Lost, “Some things we have only as long as they remain lost, some things are not lost only so long as they are distant.”
We write our stories, struggling with all our will against the blue. But what if we cherished the irreconcilable, instead? What if we could take our place as witness to the mystery rather than fearing it? Embrace the distance, rather than clambering to close it up? What might we tell from the blue? What courage might our words inspire?
Here is what I say - We are meant to create. We are meant to write from the blue. We are designed to observe, to wonder, to fear, to yearn, to connect, to build, to celebrate, to cry, to strive and to rest. But most importantly, we are meant to long. To long is our gift. Only in our longing are we perfect. Our longing is our home. Our longing is our story.
We are not meant to arrive. We are not meant to resolve.
We are horizons, dreams, and time.
And we are meant to reach, ever reach.
What do you think, WITS readers, writers,
does the above sound like you?
Kimberly Brock is the award winning author of the #1 Amazon bestseller, THE RIVER WITCH (Bell Bridge Books, 2012). A former actor and special needs educator, Kimberly is the recipient of the Georgia Author of the Year 2013 Award. A literary work reminiscent of celebrated southern author Carson McCullers, THE RIVER WITCH has been chosen by two national book clubs. Kimberly’s writing has appeared in anthologies, blogs and magazines, including Writer Unboxed and Psychology Today. Kimberly served as the Blog Network Coordinator for She Reads, a national online book club from 2012 to 2014, actively spearheading several women’s literacy efforts. She lectures and leads workshops on the inherent power in telling our stories and is founder of Tinderbox Writer’s Workshop. She is also owner of Kimberly Brock Pilates. She lives in the foothills of north Atlanta with her husband and three children, where she is at work on her next novel. Visit her website at kimberlybrockbooks.com for more information and to find her blog.
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Oh Kimberly, hurry and write your next book - this reminded me of how much I love your writing. If anyone hasn't read her debut, The River Witch, do yourself a favor, and pick it up.
Sigh. I so want to be able to write like this. If you have tips for us how to write beautifully evocative, please, would you blog about that? Seriously. I need to learn this.
Oh, my! I never expected to be swept away by truly breathtaking prose when I fired up my iPad this morning. I'm suddenly seeing the world through new/ancient eyes. Thank you, Kimberley, for reminding me of who I am and, even more important, how it feels to be who I am. Remarkable writing. Splendid morning meditation.
Faith, thank you for your kind response. Making connections with other writers here really goes a long way in keeping me at the work and inspiring my thoughts. You're beautiful! xo
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Thank you for sharing!
As always, beautiful insight. Beautiful encouragement. Perfect inspiration.
Debbie, YOU inspire ME! xo
Thanks, Laura! I love sharing here. And I promise I'm at work on the next book. 🙂 As for writing that is evocative, I think I might be giving hints to my process as I go along, starting with my first guest post here on why writers need a nest (or creative stability). This post addresses embracing the in-between spaces in our writer's journey. These ideas go a long way in getting me to a place where I can be expressive and personal on a deeper level. There are cultures that call this a quieting of the heart. Maybe that's the best way to describe it. 🙂
"Quieting of the heart" ...
I want to come to one of your workshops!!!! Sigh ... 🙂
Wish you would, Orly!!
Oh, I am swept away by the beauty of your post. I feel it in my bones. It is me. It is all writers who struggle with their dreams and the stories within them. I must read your book.
We are all connected by the blue, aren't we? xo
Oh, wow, Kimberly, that was an awesome and extremely relatable post! Makes me feel proud to be who I am instead of wondering what is wrong. Thank you!!
That's the best comment, ever! Embrace the wondering!!
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Thanks you so much for sharing, Cammy!
Thank you! Beautiful words. Very inspirational and magical words.
I think magic is found the blue spaces we embrace in our lives and our work. So glad you connected with that, Cammy. xo
Thank you for some of the most beautiful prose I've encountered in a long time.
I hope it's encouraging to you as you write, LizAnn!
The easy flow of your words touched my yearning heart for the perfect word. I'll read this awesome post over and over until I get it right. Thank you!
That yearning is the gift, the source of all our bluest words. Xo
Wow! Scary true. I felt exposed, taunted, loved and understood. This is magnificently beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
I think that's one of the nicest compliments on my writing. Isn't that what our words should do - expose, taunt, love and understand? You've encouraged me! xo
"If only I could finish this draft, solve this plot, know this theme. I want to feel the work is solid. I want it to be worthy. I want it to be myself and also outside myself. I want it to be done. I want it to be human."
This was so beautiful. I love this because I totally feel the same longing and constantly worry I will never succeed. I can't wait for your next book because a girl can only reread The River Witch so many times. 🙂
The next book exists very much in the blue spaces. But I'm learning to love that instead of fighting against it.
Beautifully said. Yes, I live in the blue world.
Welcome home! 🙂
Beautiful, evocative writing! I love your fearless words, Kimberly. I feel every one of them. Yes, I'm living/writing in the blue and learning to trust the truth of it.
Darcy, you are one of the lucky ones! Learning to trust in the blue spaces is creative freedom. xo
That was delicious...
Thanks, Susan! xo
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Thank you so much for sharing, Jenny!
Wow, just wow Kimberly! Goodness you have a way with words. What beautiful prose. I love the blue space. I crave the blue space. I look forward to reading more from you. 🙂
Karen, thank you so much! Your own work is wonderful! xo