Tommia's Tablet

How did it become the second of September already when the temperatures outside finally reflect how August should feel? And what about the fierce fireworks of July, days of barbeques, camp-outs and fishing trips?

Looking at the list of things that were meant to be done ‘before the end of the month’ (pick a month, any month, almost every deadline was missed) – maybe it’s easier to break goals down to ‘What will be done by week’s end.’ Then again, there is that quirky deal most folks use called the ‘To Do List’ that is done daily. Keep breaking thins down, there’s the hour, the minute the -.

Wait a second – is there any point in looking back at what was missed or better to be in the present, the moment, the here and now? When looking over one’s shoulder, there’s a good chance of stumbling ahead. When looking for a missed sunset behind you, you’re likely to miss an awesome sunrise instead.

So, what was accomplished today before the list takes over? Finally updating the Photo page by adding the Kamikaze collection. Yes, on the second day of summer, I enjoyed a proper hike to the top of the falls that had called my attention, challenged my pacing and gave me a spectacular view and soothing soundtrack (not to mention many a detour – hey, hear waterfall will wander). The day was well spent, the timing perfect and yes, this time I was properly prepared (versus the first ascent to the falls on a whim).

What else was accomplished today? Oh, the renewing of all the books I’ve yet to read, the movies I’ve yet to watch and the music I’ve yet to hear – again. Keep this habit up and my so-called reading/viewing/listening pace will be slowing down, resulting in a ‘return/re-check-out’ of items I didn’t finish the first time around (complete with a couple of renewals).

The sun is shining, the bag is packed and Labor Day proposes to be work-free. On second thought….

The set goal was a return to the daily post. Alas, three days were missed, but the result was bliss.

I officially took the plunge and attended my first writers’ conference. Whether it was part of the insanity born in part of starting this blog, or the building confidence from the writing group to be bold – I’m not certain which proper truth could be told.

On the one hand, I could say it was a matter of being a brat (a “41-14 moment” – a certain friend or two would understand that). Or finally learning to listen to my parents about the importance of the recovery of the workaholic. (Granted, there’s a tinge of guilt in missing church today – I won’t deny that). Either way, these past four days have been wonderful play, absorbing so much about words and the stories to say.

At the conference, folks had arrived, near and far – Alaska, Illinois, New Mexico, California – a few I recall. The communion and camaraderie – great support all around. New contacts, friends in arms had been found. To be surrounded by others who learned they are not as insane as they have thought themselves to be – so many people aiming for the same dreams and passions, doesn’t that make a new ‘normalcy?’

While this now ends another “first” – with a new set of challenges to dare the creativity thirst – I will need a day or more to ponder the interlocking, lessons and other wonders. A few more ‘firsts’ are coming up – here’s to hoping I can settle down. With renewed energy and many an idea, I reclaimed my rhythm – may the Muse bloom like a spiraea.

The Muse was dry

in the month of July;

The writer blocked, about to cry

Getting around the obstacles, did try.

One friend called me out about trying one’s best

One family member challenged me – do I know how to rest.

Either way, ’tis a new day, going forward with this challenge, I’ll find a way.

So while this month is filled with many ‘first,’

the need to feed the soul is a never ending thirst.

A theme could be tied, low water, high tide

or tearing pages from the tiny book of art

could be a start.

Whatever the created tone,

This month’s  offerings and discoveries are currently unknown.