“We never know how high we are, Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan, Our statures touch the skies.”
What a journey I took today! And yet, I didn’t wander far from home — no farther than my local library. There, I joined a hundred or so fellow writers and enthusiasts to celebrate the 15th anniversary of “The Write Group” — a grassroots, community based leaderless “nonorganization” — in the best sense of the term.
Over the years, it’s grown like Topsy, holding out a welcoming hand to anyone and everyone who shares a love of words, from poets and memoirists to fantasy lovers and writers for children. And it’s all free — the only price of admission: curiosity and a commitment to showing up and sharing.
As part of our celebration, we feasted on words and worlds. We time traveled to Newark with Margaret, then a young doctor at a time when few women pursued the profession. With Rosa, we shared a family’s grief, as two young cousins came of age in a Cuba torn by dissension. And we spent time in the shadow of 9/11 with Carl, trapped in an elevator where he penned a love letter to his wife and children just in case he didn’t make it home.
We also shared Harriet’s joy in finding a new home in Montclair where she could thrive and grow as a writer — and embrace a rich new life as it unfolded along with her MS. And we felt the joy and awe that Katinka experienced watching her son Ethan begin the adventurous road from crawling to walking. Mackenzie took us to an old mining town and Jeanne to an enthralling sci-fi universe.
I feel as if I’ve been around the world traveling inside a beating heart! To me, hearing all these gifted writers sharing their many voices shows me, once again, the power of words to lift us up, to bring us together, to give what we’ve learned as a gift. Write on!