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The Simple Pleasures of Toast and Strawberry Jam

Monday, August 10th, 2009

In our fast-paced world of mobile phones, constant access to the Internet, and rushing from here to there with barely a pause for breath, it’s easy to forget some of life’s simpler pleasures.

Sometimes I find myself getting overly stressed…juggling too many balls, facing too many deadlines, and simply not taking enough time to relax.

Toast and Strawberry Jam

Toast and Strawberry Jam

I’ve recently rediscovered one of life’s simpler pleasures–toast with strawberry jam.  Even making the simple meal is an enjoyable experience–the smell of the bread being toasted, the wet, popping sound as you open the jam, and the rasping sound of a knife scraping the jam onto the warm toast.

Eating the toast and jam, of course, is divine–the scent of the jam as you bring the toast to your mouth, the crunch of the toast as you bite into the bread, and the sweet flavor of the jam as you take bite after bite.  It’s such a wonderful feeling, too often missed in our rush to get out the door.

Far too often over the past several years, I’ve found myself wolfing down a Pop-Tart, energy bar, or grabbing some cereal to eat on my way to work.  Many of those times, I don’t remember the actual act of eating…I know that I’ve eaten something because the wrapper is empty and I can still taste the sweet sugars, but the act of eating had occurred automatically.

Life passes by too quickly as it is…if I’m going to eat a meal, I want to enjoy everything about it–the smells, the sounds, the pleasant conversation with someone else who has decided to slow down, at least for a meal.

This simple act of relaxation in the morning has greatly improved many aspects of my life–I’m more relaxed throughout the day, and better able to handle urgent situations as they arise.  Instead of rolling over to hit the snooze button when my alarm goes off, I sometimes find myself waking up thirty minutes or an hour early, looking forward to my simple meal of toast and strawberry jam.  The five minutes it takes to create and eat this simple meal helps me to remain focused and responsive for the rest of the day.

An aside: You may have noticed that I keep using the word “jam” and never “jelly.”  What’s the difference?  Jam uses the whole fruit, while jelly uses fruit juices.  Because the whole fruit is used, I tend to prefer using jam–mostly because of the fuller taste, the chunks of strawberries still in the container, and the feeling of a better connection to nature.

As I talked about in a previous post, relaxation is important for a writer as well.  In order for you to do your most creative work, you need to be able to relax, let your mind open, and the creative energy flow through your fingers and into the keyboard (or through a pen onto paper).

As a writer, think about your experiences…what do you feel, taste, or hear?  How can you integrate those sounds into your story?  Look at the word choices I made above…did the first few paragraphs bring you into the experience?  Look at how I built my sentences…use the lessons to help improve your own writing.  Bring your reader into the experience.

As an experiment, tomorrow (or today, if you’re reading this post early enough), try taking five minutes and making yourself a slice of toast with your favorite jam.  That is, of course, assuming you don’t any allergies to toast or jam…my sincere empathy to anyone unfortunate enough to be in that condition.    In those five minutes, try to focus on one of life’s simpler pleasures, enjoying the experience of eating toast and jam, without a care in the world.

Then, as you probably must, go on to work or school.  However, when life gets too overwhelming, think back to the simple pleasures of toast and strawberry jam.

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A Bird in Hand (or The Rescue!)

Monday, July 20th, 2009

Inspiration can strike at the most unexpected of times, and in the most unexpected of ways.

This morning, as I went downstairs to check on the overnight activity on WritAnon, I passed by the door to my garage. The door chirped at me. This not being a normal occurrence, I paused, and sure enough, it chirped again.

Now, I’m not certain about other people’s houses, but doors tend not to chirp at my house (nor at any of the other places I’ve stayed), so I decided to investigate.

As I entered the garage, I discovered that the chirping was not coming from the door, but was actually coming from the other side of the garage…apparently from my grill. Having grilled chicken not too long ago, I wondered for a moment if the chicken’s spirit had come back to haunt me. Perhaps, like a phoenix, a chick had risen from the ashes.

In case I needed to flee quickly from an old chicken spirit (or a baby chick), I opened the garage door. Deciding an encounter with the spirit of a dead chicken was unlikely, I slowly continued over to the other side of the garage, and opened the hood of the grill (just in case)…it was indeed empty. However, the chirping stopped when I opened that hood, so I knew that I must be close to its source.

I moved everything away from that edge of the wall, but could not find the source of the chirping noise. Finally, I noticed that I’d leaned up an old board against one of the windows, and decided to move that–sure enough, a small bird desperately flapped its wings, trying in vain to escape through the (unfortunately for the bird) solid window. The poor thing had most likely been trapped in the garage all night.

The bird was a young house sparrow…so common in this area that the birds are immediately recognizable. In fact, outside my office, I have a birdhouse where these sparrows nest…and I deduced correctly (as I later found out) that this bird had originated from there.

I thought about giving the poor bird some time to find its way out, but knew that if I did that, I might end up being late for work…something that would not be beneficial from a financial perspective. Spotting a pair of sturdy leather gloves nearby, I decided to take matters (or the bird, as the case happened to be) into my own hands.

However, guessing that few would believe this story without some evidence, I first grabbed a camera. I snapped this shot just prior to attempting my capture of the bird.

A Bird in the Window

A Bird in the Window

Understandably, the bird was less than pleased when I approached. Being approximately 24 times bigger than something else is apparently an intimidation factor. I also get the feeling that the bird may have known the chicken, and feared a similar fate. Luckily for the bird, I generally buy my chicken at the store, and prefer my birds a bit larger before eating them.

The poor bird flapped its wings in a panic, trying to escape through the (still solid) window. I spoke soothing words to it, something along the lines of “Don’t panic. I’m here to help, not to eat you. You’ll be fine in a few moments.” For some reason, this didn’t seem to ease the bird’s concerns.

However, especially for a young bird, constantly flapping its wings quickly wore it out. Soon, I was able to pick it up (ever so gently) without protest–the poor bird was so tired that it could hardly stay awake. Or perhaps it hyperventilated and passed out…I’m not really an expert in these matters.

There I was, an unconscious bird in hand, as I walked outside. Almost immediately, I also noticed two birds (adult house sparrows) in a nearby bush, and thought about an old saying, but decided against speaking it aloud. The birds probably wouldn’t have gotten it anyhow.

Since I was now holding the bird in my hand, it occurred to me that this, too, might sound unbelievable to someone listening to the story. I decided to pull the camera out of my pocket and collect more photo evidence.

Bird in Hand

Bird in Hand

After a few moments of rest, the little bird started chirping again. The (presumed) mama bird immediately flew over, landing on the ground near my feet. I didn’t have a chance to catch this picture…the second I moved, she flew away. Still, I could tell she was less than pleased.

Since cats roam our neighborhood freely, I didn’t really feel like rescuing a bird only to have it immediately eaten by a cat. I allowed it to continue to rest for a few moments, then it finally decided to fly away. I saw it rejoin its mama bird, so I assume that all is now right with the world.

Use small acts of kindness as inspiration into your own stories. You never know when inspiration will chirp at your door.

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