Writing Exercises
- Describe an event that happened in your family—better to focus on something small that happened in a short time frame. But here’s the catch: write about that event only in terms of the colors, or the sounds, or the smells, or the textures . . . you get the idea. Choose one physical sense and focus on it to tell this little story.
Sunday
I watched my son clean his outside club house/van/room on a sun filled fall afternoon
and was amazed at the number of friends he was able to enlist in his
efforts. Not being part of the group
doing the cleaning, I was able to sit back and watch the blue of the sky
disappearing in and out of the different levels of fluffy white clouds. The sunbeams varying in different shades of
yellow streamed through any openings in the clouds enveloping with warm colors
first this person and then another as they continued cleaning inside and out. The
sound of voices talking about what to bring out next, where do you want it,
keep it or trash it would draw my attention back down to the green rolling
carpet of the backyard being covered with furniture, rugs, and other household
items.
Soon
the smell of the trash bags over came the natural earthy smell of freshly
turned peanuts in the surrounding fields.
Now I understood the urgency of this cleaning. The smells coming from the bags were strong
and overpowering. While trying not to interfere
or say anything derogatory about the strong odor, I tried to figure out what
could have caused this stench. My son works
hard but comes in to shower frequently so it could not be that. Can’t be from his work clothes or even his
shoes as he brings clothes in to be washed each week and air his shoes out each
night. Even week old gym clothes wouldn’t
smell this bad.
Then
as if in answer to my question out came tumbling three multi brown, white and
black four legged blurs tumbling over each other and everyone’s feet. Shoe strings and pant legs were being pulled
on, voices raised in laughter as others tripped over these chubby little balls
of fur just begging to be picked up, cuddled and loved on.
When
my son and his friends noticed me next I was sitting back down in my chair
after having put a sign in our front yard that read: FREE PUPPIES.
- Drink a beverage you don’t usually drink: if you’re not a coffee drinker, try a cup, just a few sips. Or, if you haven’t had lemonade in years, have some now. Notice any associations you make with the flavor; follow your thoughts and emotions as you allow the flavor to linger. Write whatever comes to mind.
I
came in from a community outdoor concert and was chilled to the bone. Wanting
to warm up quickly, I decided it was time for the first cup of hot chocolate of
the year. I put the kettle on to warm
the water and went to change clothes while thinking how good this was going to
be, rich milk chocolate with little marshmallows. When I want to pamper myself, I take out my
favorite blue rose china cup and saucer.
My mother and I bought this set of china to put in my hope chest many
years ago when I was still in high school.
I don’t like to think of how many years ago and since I keep the china
put up for special occasions it doesn’t get much use; except on days like today
when I want to pamper myself. Some days
I use it for hot tea but today it will be hot milk chocolate with the little tiny
marshmallows that float on the top and melt in your mouth as you sip that warm
relaxing light brown concoction of chocolate.
I can hardly wait to hear the tea pot whistle as I brush my hair and
remember back to when I use to get a mug of hot chocolate when I would come
back from having played outside in the snow as a child. Snow forts, snowball fights, snowmen building
would have taken up the day until it was just too cold outside to continue
playing and then I would come inside to that hot, steam rising, melted
marshmallows piled high, cup of hot chocolate.
I don’t live in a part of the country where we get all that snow now but
the memories are still strong of those childhood days. Wait, what do I hear, got to go the tea pot
and hot chocolate are calling me.
- Make a short list of people who have been significant in your life. Now meditate on each person, and choose a scent that you believe fits that person. It doesn’t have to make rational sense; this has more to do with your intuitive and emotional knowledge.
Mom- Charlie perfume
Grandma Kasper - baking bread
Mrs. Walker - roses
Mary Hugh - wet earth
Kieran - cleaners
Richard Daugherty - burgundy wine
Prayer
Creator of the universe—and creator of me—please wake up my senses so that I can experience life on this planet more fully and vividly.
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