Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Connections

Every morning in the woods, the paths are strung afresh with spider webs.  They brush my nose and cheeks, and in the sunlight you can see the shiny floss connecting trunk to branch, leaf to stem.  A visible example of connections unseen.
Like the woman in the airport.  As I was wheeling my book laden bags to the check-in counter the man behind me asked if I was carrying gold bricks.  
"Kind of," I said.  "They're the books I'll need for this trip."
"Are you an author going on a book tour?" he asked. (I should have asked him to keep holding on to that thought.)
"No," I said.  "I'm a writer though and I'm going to a writer's residency and this is the reading that will inspire my own writing."
His wife took over then.  She'd been taking writing classes herself. She'd been to the Santa Barbara Writers' Conference. What did I write? she wanted to know.
"Memoir," I said.
"That's what I've been learning to write," she said.
I gave her the one-line summary of the book I'd be working on--the story of giving up my son for adoption when I was 17 and reconnecting with him when he was 21.  She nodded and as we went to our separate kiosks, she and her husband wished me good luck.  
Several minutes later as I was dragging my bags to the scanner, she rushed up to me.  "I just wanted to tell you that I gave up a baby, too," she said.

2 comments:

Elizabeth said...

Wow. That made my eyes drip. Wow. Don't you just love this big, wide world?

only a movie said...

I've written a while ago (on a private blog) about how my life is a spiderweb full of folks wandering in and out of my life.

Just like this.