Linda Kulp Trout

Friday, January 6, 2012

Empty Spaces

A new year brings a sense of hope, a fresh start, and time to reflect on our lives. Lately, I've been reflecting on why I write. Last year, I took a much needed hiatus from sharing my writing. After decades of searching to find my place in the world of writing without success, I needed a new approach. I wrote a few blog posts, some poems and stories for my students, and newsletter articles for school, but I didn't submit anything to publishers.

I stopped submitting, but I didn't stop writing. I wrote just about every day, but it was for my eyes only. I wrote poems, essays, stories, and letters. I never once had writer’s block, and I didn’t worry if my words were good enough. My writing had purpose and meaning. I wrote about my childhood and how it made me who I am today. I wrote about being a frightened and lonely teenager. I wrote about falling in love, the rewards of raising my sons, caring for an aging parent, and my own fears of growing old. The more I wrote, the more I understood that writing is not just my hobby, it’s my way of life. I write when I’m happy. I write when I afraid, when I’m lonely, angry, confused… I write to remember, to release, to recover. Writing fills the empty spaces in a way nothing else can.  The way I think about myself as a writer has changed. I'll write more about that in a future post. But, most importantly, I have learned that for me, the only story I can write is my own, and maybe my story will fill the empty spaces for someone who reads it. 

"Every Craftsman" by Rumi speaks to the ways people try to fill the empty spaces. Here are the first seventeen lines. You can click on the link to read the rest of the poem.

Every Craftsman

I've said before that every craftsman
searches for what's not there
to practice his craft.

A builder looks for the rotten hole
where the roof caved in. A water-carrier
picks the empty pot. A carpenter
stops at the house with no door.

Workers rush toward some hint
of emptiness, which they then
start to fill. Their hope, though,
is for emptiness, so don't think
you must avoid it. It contains
what you need!
Dear soul, if you were not friends
with the vast nothing inside,
why would you always be casting you net
into it, and waiting so patiently?

My search for the poem led me to Writing and Healing,  a wonderful blog that inspired this post. It's worth checking out!
For more poetry check out Teaching Authors.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy New Year!

 One of my goals for 2012 is to take more photos of my mother. I'm also keeping a journal of our time together to pass along to my granddaughter so she'll be able to know her great-grandma.