When I travel, I catch up on my magazines.
I set out with a stack of tucked-away titles carefully pocketed in my carry-on, and I grab a coffee or a raw juice in the airport, settle into my airplane aisle seat, tuck the bag beneath the seat at my feet and pull out the first one to read.
I skim unless I find something really compelling. And I tear out articles that I want to remember. To use in teaching writing, to quote in a blog, to keep for future travel or interest.
So I whittle down my pile of magazines to a folded, haphazard collection of articles-to-remember, which I usually deposit on my desk when I get home. Beside the keyboard, so I’ll remember to write about them.
And then I don’t.
Today, I went through the latest stack, from my Maine trip, and you know what? There was nothing there to inspire my writing this morning.
But nothing to build a blog on.
Today, there was steam on the water at the pool. Sixty-one degrees at dawn and I drove instead of walked so I wasn’t that heated-up and ready to plunge in.
I did nonetheless because I was awake and eager and ready to cut through the water cleanly and straight, to feel that rush of energy surge through me and the ahhhh… of having done something quietly remarkable early in the morning.
I’d made lentil-kale soup, put the chicken in the crockpot and meditated before I left for the pool (hence the drive rather than walk decision). In the first lap, I saw the steam floating off the water’s surface and I realized all of us together were warmer in the water than the air above us.
I read in an email this morning, an article about why storytelling is king in public relations, certainly over sending out press releases. I couldn’t agree more. It’s a nice pat on the back that my initial instincts behind this business (www.yourppl.com) were spot-on.
The thing about storytelling is you have to be honest and raw, open and authentic, and tell the story to people who equally care and share their own authenticity back with you. That’s where relationships come into play – who are you speaking to? Who is listening?
I could write today about the articles I cut out to save, but what I’m realizing is that if it were really worth saving, I would have looked at it long ago. You wouldn’t listen if that was the focus of this blog. There has to be something meaningful over which we can connect. Without it, we’re all shouting to the darkness.