The Boxer - Bloom Where Planted

Bloom Where Planted

The Boxer

7/22/2020

I was always going to be a writer. I’ve known this for as long as I’ve known anything. It was an accepted fact in my family by the time I had entered the second grade, which makes no sense because I was always too bashful to let my GrandMaud or my dad read anything I had ever written. Like a cave child scratching pictures on the wall of bison and fire and dancing, I showed an early knack for content. Only writing kept me from being swept into the dust of third grade, and for this reason I not only loved writing, I felt a strong sense of loyalty to it. Dunno HOW I was ever included in the gifted program at school. I may have been shaky about tying my shoes, multiplication tables, and telling time, but I was sure about my future “career,” and I consider this certainty the greatest gift of my life. I can’t explain where the knowledge came from, only that I clung onto it and never let it go. I put it away for a few years, sure, abandoning it in times of creative drought. Knowing that I wanted to write made my existence feel purposeful and gave me a sense of priorities as I was growing myself up like the semi-feral child (then, suddenly, the adolescent) that I was. Did I want to get a big job and make a lot of money? No, I wanted to be a writer and writers were poor. Did I want to get married, have children, and live in a mansion? No again; by the time I was in high school I figured out that a low overhead and few dependents would increase my time to work. While I thought I might publish something someday, I never dreamed of the kind of technology that would be at our fingertips this day and age, and I was sure that very few people, and maybe no one at all, would read what I wrote. Thank you, thank you, thank you to my friends who read, like, comment or send feedback. ♥️♥️♥️

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My name is Elizabeth, and I come bearing gifts. I have a story to tell, you see. Several stories, really. I joke that writing is cheaper than therapy, and it is true that writing has been life-changing for me in so many ways.

I want you to feel free to click the YouTube arrow to play the music while you're indulging yourself here. Go ahead, put it on loop for the time it takes you to read the entire passage. I promise, you won't be sorry. Why, I listen on loop as I write these memories, these scenarios, these monumental lessons of my life. You know, so I can feel the music inside of me. It is my belief that we, all of us, have memories linked to the things we love most: Beauty, Food, Scent, Touch, and Sound.

With this blog, it is my intention to honor those memories through the five senses. We will explore together a little bit of art, food, smelly-goods, tactile pleasures, and melodies that take us allllll back, all the way back. I invite you to come along for the drive, so to speak, because I have lots to talk about. And of course, as someone who wants to be your friend, I want to know how you feel, too, because in kindergarten we learned that this is how a friendship works...give and take. Are you with me?

Alrighty then. Let's Do This!

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