Sometimes it feels like we’ve been swept into a raging, storm-swollen stream. We can barely keep our heads above water. We are buffeted rudely to and fro. We are racked with fear and anxiety.
How to cope in such a world?
In my own case, I create little safe harbors for myself, or what I call ‘eddies in the stream:’
I go for long, leisurely walks. I scavenge the beach for sea glass (and the occasional note in a bottle!). I marvel at being able to put one foot in front of the other without having to think about it. I marvel at the ingenuity of the squirrels who invade my bird feeder. I ponder the improbability of my existence. I go for ocean swims of no set distance or duration. I savor a late-afternoon glass of good-enough wine. I read things that make me think; things that make me smile; things that make me feel.
More than anything else, I immerse myself in the miracle that is the creative process. I ask some unfathomable part of me, What if?, and am magically transported. I lose all sense of time and place. I lose all sense of self. I lose all sense of separation one thing from the other. Sometimes when I am thusly engaged, my eyes will brim with a warmish brine. For at least a few precious moments, I am not in an eddy in the stream. I am an eddy in the stream.
This Website offers a peek at some of my labors of love. One of these is a novel titled Poor Richard’s Lament, which Michael Zuckerman, Professor of History at the University of Pennsylvania, generously places in company with John Barth’s Sot-Weed Factor as “the best historical fiction of early America ever written.” Story line: Ben Franklin has to come back. Everything depends on it! Another of my labors of love is a work in process titled A Private Agony, which centers on a young man who, upon learning he is dying of Lou Gehrig’s disease, attempts to compensate for a life of perceived failure by running the Boston Marathon. (Note: I’m looking for reviewers for these works; please e-mail me if you would like to receive a free book to review: Tom@eddiesinthestream.com).
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