‘Some write for money, some write for fame,
But I write for the honor of signing just my name.’
‘When you get married and you have twins
Don’t come to me for safety pins.’
‘A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren’t we like that wise old bird?’
Anne Shirley comes to mind. Anne with an ‘e’ that is, is returning to our screens on Netflicks. When I heard this, and as much as I am looking forward to it, the consummate Anne and Marilla of the 1985 version of ‘Anne of Green Gables’ is going to be difficult to top. Thirty years down the line and I am still addicted.
Today I found myself thinking of my mother’s autograph book. I found it amongst her things when packing all away. Little girl with big dreams. I remember having one myself as a little girl, and being so super proud of it, but also how selective I was about who would be invited to write in it. Kindred spirits only.
Anne and Diana were kindred spirits. Days passed in dreaming of romantic notions; falling in love, getting married, having babies and having your own home, with a vegetable patch and an orchard. So very different today when we text without speaking, stress about success and need a gratitude diary to root us. Our friends are all over the world, we see their children’s weddings on Face Book and promise to visit. The pace is relentless, and when I look at my mother’s autograph book, with what seems silly entries, I miss the simplicity of it all.
Life has always been full of challenges. We just need to stop in the maelstrom for a few minutes and breathe … reach for the simple activities like meeting a kindred spirit of our own, being ridiculously romantic without fear and embracing ourselves in a woolly blanket of peace. And write our own stories, by hand, and draw, with meaning. Someone will read our version of the autograph book.
Did you have an autograph book?