There’s a magical spot in my yard. It’s a swing that sits on the edge of a creek. It is perfectly perched on a lip of land that offers a view of the meandering water as it slowing slips into the darkness of the woods behind our home. It is here on the swing that stories are shared and new ones are birthed.
Stories are celebrated in my home. Good ones are like treasures that we diligently seek after. Classics are collected and the birth of a new story is treated with delight and rousing fanfare. We are a family of Bibliophiles and budding authors, and inspired writing is our passion.
The Story Swing perfectly fits three, myself and my twin daughters. At times other chairs are dragged to the swing so others can join our little club. It isn’t private; all are welcome, but for the most part it has become a doorway to literary adventure for just us three.
Once the winter snows are gone, we count the days until we can once again visit Middle Earth, or perhaps Hill Top Farm. We’re always ready for a trip to the river bank with Mole and Ratty and the Hundred Acre Wood is also a delightful destination. We run to the Story Swing to read aloud as soon as warm weather allows and we continue our visits as far into to autumn as we’re able.
As a writer, I am a lover of well written words. I collect great story openers such as, “Marley was dead to begin with,” and “All children, except one, grow up.” (A Christmas Carol and Peter Pan) Witty dialogue makes me giddy such as The Hobbit’s:
“What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether
I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?”
As a writer mom I have been able to share that love with my five children and now with my grandchildren as well. My nest is nearly empty, but for 27 years I have fed my children a diet of adventure, fantasy, mystery and lighthearted literature. They too have fallen in love with the written word and each of them has found the diet that is most pleasing to them.
My oldest son, now a father who passes on his love of books to his children, is a voracious reader of science fiction-fantasy. My second son writes delightful tales that rival Beatrix Potter. My youngest son is a musician who not only puts his words to epic scores, he and my second son also spend hours creating maps of lands inspired by Middle Earth. One of my daughters collects antique classics and the other has excelled at reading although diagnosed with dyslexia. Both of them even read, The Last of the Mohicans, an extreme challenge.
I’ve always heard that good writers read, so, I read. I read books to my toddlers again and again and again. Bed time stories were a must and the dinner table was a wonderful place to visit a little house in the big woods, the banks of plum creek and a little house on the prairie. Each Christmas Eve I read that year’s story I wrote just for them, and every Christmas was the perfect time to give more books.
I haven’t always had time to write. Raising a large family and homeschooling them kept the focus away from writing. However, I have no regrets on shifting my focus for a season. I have shared my love of the written word with the next generation and now I am the recipient of their creations. Christmas Eve is now my turn to receive a story written by my girls. My middle son writes whenever he finds time and one day I hope to help him publish his wonderful words. My daughters and I have made plans to write a story together and one of my girls will someday illustrate my children’s books.
For years I may have struggled to find a quiet spot in my home to put pen to paper, but I am thrilled that I included my children in my journey and now they too are lovers of the written word.
Next year my daughters will graduate and I will have all the time I want to write, but I find that I’d rather sit on that magical swing and continue to share stories. The greatest chapter in the story of my life has been the years that I taught others to read and write. I need to write almost as much as I need to breathe but it is on the Story Swing that I find the magic and the words to create something of value. It is on the Story Swing that I and pass the magic on to the next generation.
What magic do you posses that you can share with others?
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