I have been told again and again I am to be a writer. The first time was in fourth grade. Mr Green told me I had great skills as a creative writer, and well, after my Magic Pencil paper, I believed him. It was an amazing story. No, really. It was about a pencil that wrote. The writer who held the pencil would simply think something, and the pencil knew what to write. It was Magical. The paper and the pencil worked in harmony, and the child (the writer, aka: little Kirsten) only had to use her imagination and it came through the pencil onto the paper…..the words just flowed. Now I know I was only 9, but that is pretty profound. That is exactly what good writing is. It just writes itself. The creator only has to allow the words to flow through them onto the paper….and a masterpiece is born. It is that way with art. (Hello, David? Michelangelo said of the statue David: “David was always in the marble. I just had to take away the parts that were not David.”)
It is that way with architecture, and culinary arts, and well, parenting. You’re given a “thing” (paper and pencil; groceries; a child) and you have to allow your gifts to release it, to mold it into what it is supposed to become. You don’t control it and contort it…. you breathe life into it. Such it is with writing. I knew that when I was 9. How? Because inside of me has always been a writer. I just need to allow the words to flow out of me and become what they are to become.
My best friend in high school gave me a card one time, and on the front was a poem. I still have it framed, somewhere in a box in my closet. The words that struck me were “You are a lover of words. One day you will write a book.”
You are a lover of words… One day, you will write a book.
People turn to you because you give voice to dreams, notice little things, and make otherwise impossible imaginings appear real. You are a rare bird who thinks the world is beautiful enough to try to figure it out, who has the courage to dive into your wild mind and go swimming there… You are someone who still believes in cloud watching, people watching, daydreaming, tomorrow, favorite colors, silver clouds, dandelions, and sorrow. Be sacred. Be cool. Be wild. Go far. Words do more than plant miracle seeds . With you writing them, they can change the world.
I read this for the first time when I was 15 and I knew it to be true for me. As teenagers do, I really felt the words were written just for me…. and yet, here I am 29 years later and I still am so moved by it. So I shall start here. In a blog. Maybe later I will write that book. Right now I just need to begin my writing. Who knows where it will lead me. I just know that until I start, I won’t know where I am supposed to go. So, let the path open before me. I am ready.