I love it when you have a writing remembrance of place and time that gives you other gifts. In my previous post, on my early readings of historical fiction, I discussed the influence James Michener had on me. Connections to Historical Fiction Every morning I have my ritual dog walk along the ocean and Michener tapped me hard on the shoulder and presented me with something I have forgotten about for years.
I have always been drawn to the ocean and have chosen to live as close by as possible. While living in the Boston area I lived between the ocean and a marsh. I now live between an ocean and a marsh... go figure. Michener was a lover of the environment and ended his book the Chesapeake with the migration of Canadian geese. I have had a relationship with Canadian Geese ever since reading that book. In Boston, where I lived, the return and leaving of the seasons meant "the Canadians", as I called them collectively, would return to me to say there hellos before going on their journey.
After some turbulent years of massive changes in my life I lost track of "my Canadians". They may have been there, but I wasn't noticing. After publishing my previous post to the world, I had my ritual dog walk. The video is above. "My Canadians!" They came back to me with a message from Michener. I chose to interpret the message to be, "keep writing, keep valuing your feelings, and stop and see the glories before you".
Thanks, James Michener!
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