... as we write: it strikes me afresh every time. How beginning seems hard, and yet it's difficult to stop. How there's a decision to write about one thing, and yet another unfolds. Jewellery? I thought, on reading Ali's first prompt for her 31 Things class. I've got nothing to say about that; I'll never fill the space. This is your cue to smile knowingly. :)
Of course, I did - and could have written more. There's the story of wedding ring number one which slipped off my finger into the sea and how, on diving down through the cloudy water in a desperate and seemingly futile attempt to find it, my fingers closed round it first time. Or how, on ripping apart the old kitchen, the sliver of copper piping we spied behind the sink unit turned out to be long-lost wedding ring number two. And that's before we begin the tale of the tiny opal lost in a gravel drive ... Start with one small memory, and a chain of them unfolds like gems on a bracelet, each a little reflection of some facet of ourselves. I'm glad I have not lost those: I think I might enjoy this class!
And perhaps my remembering is unfolding some of your own stories and memories too?
