Thursday, August 24, 2006

Anywhere, Everywhere, Anything, Everything

London, not far from Baker St. Station.
Richard and I were walking. . .

I was saying. “What do you think about me commuting, living two weeks in California and two weeks in Boston, traveling so much that in the last year I’ve not slept longer than 21 days in my own bed?”
He smiled. He knows me well. He thought and then he said, “I think you don’t want to live anywhere.”
I stopped. I looked at him and said, “I think I want to live everywhere.” ____________

I’ve always wanted to live everywhere, do everything, be everyone. When there was a play every part was the part that I was interested in. I thought they all looked like fun. I wanted to try them all on. I wanted to be the light man and the prop master, and move scenery. Could I help make costumes and work in the ticket booth too?

It really was a bit of a problem. Not for me, but for the universe of everyone. I had to keep my feelings a secret, because they thought I wanted to be in control of everything. It wasn’t control. Control meant nothing. It was an overwhelming sense of curiosity.

Everything has so much to offer, and I have only one life to explore a whole universe.

Of course, one of the everything is knowing how to do one thing.

I know the power of doing one thing well. That’s why I write from the minute I wake until I go to bed. I think I picked the right one thing, because I can write about anything and everything.

Anywhere, everywhere, anything, everything, that's the gift of writing.
−me strauss Letting me be


"ME" Liz Strauss said...

Hi Jennifer!
Good morning! Curiosity has taught me everything that I know. I takes me everywhere and keeps me awake and thinking.

It's fun to write all day when you get to pick what you're writing about. Not as much fun when you don't. :)

Unknown said...

You must have a terrific imagination, Liz. You also have the ability to be "Anywhere, Everywhere..." when you combine your imagination and your writing. What a terrific gift.

It seems as though you maintain a child-like curiousity, but with the wisdom and insight of an adult. A marvelous combination, if you ask me.

"ME" Liz Strauss said...

Thank you admin,
How lovely of you to say so. I'm a very lucky girl to be able to play in my head like that. And some days I trip over something that does look like wisdom. Quick as I can I write it down so that I don't lose it.

One day I might know many things.

dsnake1 said...

i'm so glad you picked writing :)

"ME" Liz Strauss said...

Thanks, Dsnake.
I'm so glad you read.

Anonymous said...

I can write best in my head...but something blocks it from coming out and spilling over my paper. When I walk my dogs, drive with my radio on, then wow...the thoughts, the stories, the themes, they all come bursting into my head. Sometimes I amaze myself:)..

I tried bringing my tape recorder, but no, even that does not capture the thoughts in my head. O well.

I do one thing well though. I play the organ in church, I love it, and they say it sounds good. So that is o.k.

The last time when I could not answer what my "favourite" colour was they told me I was wishy washy.

But you know what. Favourites of anything change from day to day, even minute to minute, don't they?

So maybe I am not wishy washy, maybe they are stick-in-the-muds :)


"ME" Liz Strauss said...

Hey, Ruth,
They are sticks in the mud and you have a wonderful "head."

What's this you arguing that you can't write? You were telling wonderful stories just last night. That was beautiful writing. I know I just went back and read them.

Don't listen to that editor in your head.