Thank you to those who have found me on my new blog, Writer in Residence.
I'd love to see the rest of you over there: Just click here and find the "Follow" button at the bottom of the page: Writer in Residence.
Today's post features a photo of a mythical creature and a full speech on shyness & introversion!
See you there!
Becca
In the Flow
Rebecca Conrad Lawton
Friday, February 17, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Writer in Residence
Dear blog follower extraordinaire! Happy new year! Although January has already got a bit of mileage on it . . .
Just to let you know, I've migrated my blog to wordpress, and it would be awesome if you'd follow me over there. And comment there about how your new year is going so far! Just visit www.beccalawton.wordpress.com and sign in. Love to see you there, as I'll be more actively writing about writing on the blog this year.
Thanks for following my work so far. And thanks for doing yours!
Becca
Just to let you know, I've migrated my blog to wordpress, and it would be awesome if you'd follow me over there. And comment there about how your new year is going so far! Just visit www.beccalawton.wordpress.com and sign in. Love to see you there, as I'll be more actively writing about writing on the blog this year.
Thanks for following my work so far. And thanks for doing yours!
Becca
Friday, December 30, 2011
Postmodern Manger
On the brink of 2012, all things are possible--even a log-cabin creche in which one finds a melding of poultry and hoofed beast. Manger in French is to eat. In English a manger is a trough housed in a stable and used to hold feed or fodder for livestock. In this scene the duck lies down with the lamb. It reminds us all things are possible. All resolutions can be made and kept. We can resolve to stop global warming. We can have world peace.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
California
In September, I had the great pleasure to serve as Writer in Residence for The Island Institute in Sitka, Alaska. http://home.gci.net/~island/index.htm. "The Island Institute cultivates uncommon conversations about the nature of vital communities -- the web of human relationships and responsibilities, and our connections to the greater natural world." Before I departed California for Alaska, I wrote a version of the following musing, emailed it to friends in a newsletter, and pasted it to my website:
While traveling Route 128 between Cloverdale and Mendocino with my daughter last summer, I found this chainsaw totem by the side of the road. It is to the art of tree carving as the remaining redwood forests are to the Tongass National Forest in southeast Alaska--pale in comparison. But, reluctantly, I admit I love this rough-hewn face--and, reluctantly, I admit I still love California. |
© Rebecca Lawton 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Confluence
The Sacramento River near the confluence with the Feather is a place of sedimentation, old marinas, and salmon fishing. With photographer Geoff Fricker (these are not his photos; his are much better!), I visited restoration sites installed by the nonprofit group River Partners, designed to allow the river to go overbank in flood. Pungent mugwort, thriving sycamore, sign of beaver at work, more birds than we could count--those are the gifts of these installations. Out on the water, the clouds reflect back into a blue sky turned cold by the first snowstorm over the Sierra. A good day to stand by the joining of two rivers--two streams of water from the north, where the ducks and geese are settling from their long autumn flights.
Monday, October 10, 2011
View
Virginia Woolf said that for a woman to write fiction she must have two things: a room of her own (with key and lock) and enough money to support herself. E.M. Forster's heroines in the pensione in Florence insisted on a room with a view. My view is: it helps to have a room of one's own with a view.
Here is the view from the window in Sitka, Alaska, where I wrote fiction 99% of the time, nonfiction 1%. When I looked up from my work at the kitchen table, there were whales, ducks, gulls, mountains, forested slopes, and fishing boats on the move. The tide was always there to remind me, too, that the earth has a pulse. Helped me stay alert and focused as I wrote about water and our relationship to it.
Thank you Carolyn Servis and Dorik Mechau of the Island Institute, Dave and Marge Steward, Joan VanderWerp and Bob Ellis, and the friendly community of Sitka. It was a remarkable time.
Here is the view from the window in Sitka, Alaska, where I wrote fiction 99% of the time, nonfiction 1%. When I looked up from my work at the kitchen table, there were whales, ducks, gulls, mountains, forested slopes, and fishing boats on the move. The tide was always there to remind me, too, that the earth has a pulse. Helped me stay alert and focused as I wrote about water and our relationship to it.
Thank you Carolyn Servis and Dorik Mechau of the Island Institute, Dave and Marge Steward, Joan VanderWerp and Bob Ellis, and the friendly community of Sitka. It was a remarkable time.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Canines
Now that the bear's teeth are painted on the Baranof pole, the canines I thought were missing can be seen easily. Canine means "pointed tooth," comes from Latin "caninus," meaning "of the dog." Hair of the dog that bit you? You can say you've come down with Caninus. A canine tooth is also called a cuspid, dogtooth, or fang.
A mother brown bear from these woods, protecting a cub, charged one of my neighbors last season, according to friends here. The neighbor tried to escape the charge but fell to the ground. The mother bear came on, overtook her, and opened her great jaw. She gently squeezed the fallen woman's arm with her canines. A little warning nip.
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