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First Make the Sounds

January 11, 2012 By Sandra Heska King

The seagull–he no longer screams, “Mine!”

He makes no sound at all.

I can feel the song inside him, but it’s broken.

I squeeze, but he only creaks, and I don’t see a way to fix him.

I can’t find a battery opening.

He’s a bit like me.

My song feels broken, and my words seem to creak.

I need a new battery.

How do I keep writing?

How do I make words sing in predictably unpredictable days?

With emotions out of balance?

When fatigue outweighs energy, and the only thing symmetrical in my life is the asymmetrical?

When time tumbles by in a sea of unpaid bills and dirty dishes and strewn toys and grandgirls to bathe and evening basketball practices and homework to help with?

This isn’t how it was supposed to be.

At least at my age.

I’m supposed to have a padded bank account and trips to take and extended hours of free time to dream and read and write without distractions.

And watch cooking shows instead of Sesame Street or iCarly.

But maybe I’m, as L.L. says, too stuck on what ought to be.

Or maybe what I think ought to be.

These are my days of the what-is.

The days of the not-mine.

Maybe this is exactly how it ought to be.

And I need to find a song in the midst of browned apple cores on end tables and ink trails on the sofa and toothpaste globs in the sink.

L.L.’s daughter, Sara, wants to teach her grandmother how to play a recorder.

First she teaches her how to hold it.

“How do I make a song?” asks her grandmother.

“First you have to make the sounds, Grandma.”

Maybe that’s what I need to do in my what-is-not-mine days.

If I’m going to keep writing, to make my words sing, I need to hold the moments, record the moments.

I need to simply first make the sounds.

Reflections on Chapters 3 and 4 of L.L. Barkat’s newest book, Rumors of Water: Thoughts on Creativity & Writing.

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  1. L.L. Barkat says

    January 12, 2012 at 5:44 pm

    oh, it begins there, doesn’t it? Just making the first sounds…

    • Sandra says

      January 14, 2012 at 10:41 pm

      Just start where we are. 🙂

  2. Connie@raise your eyes says

    January 13, 2012 at 12:08 am

    This is surely how it “ought to be.” I believe that you’re writing your love on those grandgirls hearts…and those words will go down through the ages.

    • Sandra says

      January 14, 2012 at 10:41 pm

      Thank you for that encouragement, Connie!

  3. diana says

    January 13, 2012 at 1:00 am

    Sweetie pie, you make the sounds better than almost anyone I know. You sing constantly. Believe this truth – in the middle of the globbed toothpaste, the Sesame Street re-runs, the basketball games and all the love that you pour into your family. You sing.

    • Sandra says

      January 14, 2012 at 10:43 pm

      What a blessing you are, Diana! Thank you.

  4. imperfect prose says

    January 13, 2012 at 3:39 pm

    oh sandra… i can hear you singing and it’s never sounded more beautiful. love you.

    • Sandra says

      January 14, 2012 at 10:46 pm

      Dear Emily with the beautiful hair. I love you more.

  5. journeytoepiphany says

    January 13, 2012 at 3:51 pm

    Give yourself time friend. The song is changing from a simple melody line to a symphony of praise, but it doesn’t happen until you’re so exhausted and frustrated that you’ve swooshed the music from the stand…papers floating to the ground…and just when you are sure that all is chaos, a glorious sound is to be heard. You’ll wonder where it is coming from, and won’t recognize it until someone else tells you that its coming from you. Losing a parent was the hardest thing that’s ever happened to me…and I’ve had more than my share of hard things. He will lead you. Though all you hear is the irritation of a thousand violins tuning, the symphony will come…

    • Sandra says

      January 14, 2012 at 10:54 pm

      What a word picture, Kim! Thank you for this. Such wisdom. Such encouragement. xoxo

  6. Joanne Norton says

    January 20, 2012 at 5:31 pm

    Had to chuckle… your first comment made me grin. One of the main parts of “Nemo” that I liked was the “MINE!” hollers.

  7. Cecilia Marie Pulliam says

    January 20, 2012 at 8:52 pm

    All journeys begin with the first step, and I suppose it makes sense the rest begins with the first sound. I love your analogy, Sandy. Beautifully written.

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