Writing: Vortex, Vision, and Gift

Posted By on Oct 25, 2017 | 9 comments


Someday, I will meet a book or essay deadline with a week to spare. I will be calm, having lost no sleep, and having also kept life at a fairly ordinary rhythm in the meantime. I will also have maintained a normal round of blogging and email answering, thus giving evidence of my continued health and capacity to write to begin with.

That day has not yet come. I tend to meet deadlines in a writing vortex; I eat, breathe, sleep, and think the book to completion and all else falls by the wayside until the moment the thing has to be sent off. But meet my deadlines I do and I submitted the Book Girl manuscript at 3AM last Friday morning, with my husband nearby plying me with water and gummy bears (you’d be surprised at how effective these can be in maintaining mental strength) and all the candles in our little living room lit to keep me awake and inspired. My friends, Book Girl is on her way into the wide world.

And having emerged from the vortex I can greet you here again. As I write from my spot in the Wycliffe Library on this relaxed afternoon, the sun, a blessed sun that feels like a gift in the midst of autumn’s growing grey, flickers over my hands. Leaves shimmer gold in the wind, the air is easy and cool and my mind turns afresh to the grace of this moment, the gift of the ordinary splendor in such wild play out the window of every day. I think I see with even a little more gratitude than I did before because of the books I’ve been reading over the summer of writing, and the way they have shaped my idea of what it means to be a writer, and what I receive every time I read.

One of the books I discovered is Robert MacFarlane’s slim little bound essay The Gifts of ReadingI first read MacFarlane several years ago when I found a copy of his The Old Ways: A Journey on FootThe book was part contemplation, part real-life novel, part history, part literary ramble centred on the his fascination with ‘landscape and the human heart’. In ordering his little essay I discovered his most recent book, a glory of a children’s picture book written to help modern children reengage with the fading language and ever-present mysteries of the natural landscape. And it has won my heart.

The Lost Words is a luminous, lyrical book of illustrations that evoke the movement and essence, the ordinary miracle of things like ‘dandelion’, ‘otter’, ‘bramble’, and ‘acorn’. I’ve seen snippets of it online and perused it at the bookstore (it’s on my ‘please-someone-get-me-this-for-Christmas-list) and what I find in its pages is the sense of something created as a gift. It reminds me of the Millais painting of a blind girl sitting under a rainbow and the girl beside her describing it (an image that was deeply meaningful to me). This is, in a way, MacFarlane’s and his illustrator Jackie Morris’ way of ‘writing the rainbow’ for the children who can’t see it and in that description, beginning to heal the blindness.

Books like that are acts of generosity. Many books, I believe, are. After a summer spent revisiting old classics, exploring new beloveds, crafting lists of the books that formed the way I see the world, I’ve realized that often the books I love the most are an offering rooted in an author’s sense of responsibility and thanks for some goodness or truth deeply perceived. It may be grace glimpsed in sorrow. Acceptance sprouting up in disaster. But there is a rich sense of Denise Levertov’s affirmation that: I believe poets are . . . makers, craftsmen: it is given to the seer to see, but it is then his responsibility to communicate what he sees, that they who cannot see may see, since we are ‘members one of another.’

In writing Book Girl I have become deeply aware of the fact that as a writer, I speak from what I have been generously given. I am a lover of books, a student of theology, one who can wonder at the world because so many people before me – my parents, my favorite writers, the friends who pressed good books into my hands, the tutors here at Oxford who were faithful to communicate what they had discovered – were generous with their words. They spoke me into wonder. They startled me awake. They took me by the hand of mind and soul and pointed at the rainbow.

My great hope for Book Girl is that it will be the same. A giving of thanks that begins the vision for another reader. If that could be the case, I think the vortex would be worth it.

9 Comments

  1. So lovely to read a post from you again, Sarah! I am absolutely, positively beyond excited for your book to come out! I am a lover of books and reading myself, yet I don’t read that much fiction…however, that is something I would like to remedy. I know your book will be a huge inspiration for that! I’ve already gotten many titles and authors from your lists to add to my own, in fact, I’m getting my first Elizabeth Goudge book very soon. I can’t wait!

    Looking forward to reading more from you here soon, I hope! Wishing you a splendid autumn…

    Grace and peace,
    Elizabeth

  2. Blessings to you on this big accomplishment! I eagerly await the book. 🙂

  3. Oh Sarah! You have such a way with words. I am always expectantly waiting for anything you write. Thank you for sharing with us your gift.

  4. I’m so glad you’re back, Sarah. You’ve been missed in this space.

    “The Lost Words” has just gone onto my wish list. Thank you for the recommendation.

    I’m sure you’ll have read “Last Child in the Woods” by Richard Louv; it was published several years ago. It makes my heart grieve to think that alongside losing the joys of life in the wild which he documents, children are now also losing the language that for it. How is possible that a culture can let such a rich heritage just wither away? What makes a whole society so enamoured of technologies that rob us of so much? (Big questions, I know – I don’t expect you to answer – smile)

    Congratulations on completing your manuscript.

  5. Oops! Apologies for not editing my response before publishing – I hope you can make sense of it.

  6. I felt every bit of what you were saying. I read Landmarks by MacFarlane this summer and was astonished at the beauty of his writing. I was so blessed to go on a dream anniversary trip with my husband to Prince Edward Island in August. As I sat on a delicious beach, soaking in the words and images MacFarlane shared, I was just overwhelmed by how nature, words, literature, and beauty all tie together into something that speaks of God’s love for me. I’m so excited for you to be FINISHED (a relief, I’m sure) and can’t wait to read Book Girl.

  7. Thank you, Sarah, and congratulations on that finished draft! I get it about the gummy bears. 🙂 You are indeed, so generous with your words and vision — in sharing the life that you have and that you find within words, ideas, images. It’s palpable. I still remember when I first found your blog, and thought, “There’s hope for this thing ‘the Internet’ after all, if such is here!” I’m reading “Emily of New Moon” and finding it so nourishing, bold, and funny! Just read the sweet chapter with Father Cassidy — unforgettable.

  8. Eagerly anticipating this book!

    Susan

  9. Your post (particularly the quote by Denise Levertov) helped me nail down why I write, speak, teach: to help others see. It’s also why I read. Books help ME to see.

    In turn, this idea echoes my reason for being on this planet: to know Him and make Him known.

    Thank you, Sarah.

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