Posted in Awe, Creative Nonfiction Narrative, Paying Attention

Awe’s Dual Nature: Terror and Tenderness

INCONVENIENCED CRIES FOR COFFEE 

July 4th, 2025, in Kerrville, Texas, broke records and hearts. I awoke about 6:30 a.m. to find a newly formed lake on the golf course behind our house. Out the front kitchen window, the dry creek had filled and overflowed into the end of the street. The cul-de-sac featured a raised and curbed pebbled ground with large decorative rocks and 3 concrete benches. Water was 3-4 feet high and climbing up the street toward our house. Though still a distance away. Only the flag pole and the crepe myrtle were visible.

Electricity was off, which meant no coffee, no TV, no Internet, no way to see and hear what was happening. However, through Facebook we discovered we could read about the disaster. A massive wall of rushing water had encompassed summer camps in Hunt, Texas, then made its way downstream.

My husband Lynn and I live about half a mile “from the way a crow flies” to the Guadalupe River. When it runs high, which is rare, it overflows into a nearby creek. It then fills the dry creek that runs through Riverhill Golf Course that our house sits on. Between 7:00 and 8:00 that day, the water began to recede. How odd, so soon.

The news was spotty and episodic. Lynn and I continued to cruise Facebook for more tidbits. All the while whining about not being able to make coffee. With no coffee press in the house, we didn’t make coffee until just after noon. Only when the electricity came back on. It was then when we saw the mass destruction and heard the horrific stories on the news that we regretted our inconvenienced cries for coffee.

TERROR AND TRAGEDY

I cannot provide you any better photos than you have seen on television of Kerrville’s previously lovely and tranquil but now ravaged Guadalupe River. A wall of water brought terror and tragedy, but also generated a response of awe of what it can achieve or destroy. The county was evastated by a deluge that stripped and uprooted hundred-year-old trees, washed vehicles and homes down river, and pulled debris from the flood plain and left rubble in its wake for 100 miles. However, as you might expect, nothing compared to seeing it in person.

RESCUE AND TENDERNESS

So many people came to the rescue of survivors, homes, pets, and the river itself. The citizens of Kerr county were surprised and admiring of all the help we have received.  Residents were asked to stay home, if not volunteering, and out of the way of those “working” in ways one should never have to work. It has been a busy several weeks since the 4th and the work continues.

GRIEF AND LISTLESSNESS

In the hours and days following, grief sat over this town like a ghost. Unseen but heavily felt.  Overwhelmed and grateful, but worn down. I sensed grief pressing on my skin for a week or more, like invisible water in the air. I was listless and found it hard to focus. And I hadn’t even been directly impacted by the raging river.

TWO BARN SWALLOWS NESTING

On the other side of terror is tenderness. Just weeks before the flood, two Barn Swallows had make their messy nest just outside our front door. I wished they had chosen another location instead of our front porch. They tenderly laid their eggs, then defended the nest swooping and careening trying to keep me away as I came and went, walking the dog. PHOTO

I told them quite plainly, “You could have picked another spot.” I began paying attention to their comings and goings. Each night when I took out Murphy, our Shih Tzu, before bedtime, they sat atop the eggs. The two parents perched facing in different directions. It was so sweet to see them nurturing their nest.

EGGS HATCHING

One night they seemed to be sitting higher in the nest. Had the babies hatched? The swallows sat higher and higher each night. I listened for chirping, which was faint. Or was I just wanting to hear them?

One day I saw three pointy beaks up over the top of the nest, like little hay stacks from Monet’s paintings. The next day, the beaks were in full view, then the next, their little hooded eyes peaked over the nest’s edge. Before long they were sitting on top of each other.

Barn Swallow fledglings -- a healing distraction after the July 4th, 2025 Guadalupe River Flood in Kerrville, TX
Barn swallow after fledging

THE FLEDGLINGS

It wasn’t long until they fledged.

They flew from their nest to our Jasmine bush, then to the Crepe Myrtle, all under the tender watch of parents. In the following days, they made it a little further to the gutter of the house next door. They looked just like mom and dad, blue and golden, except their tails were not yet as long.

The fledglings returned to the nest each night, until one night they were gone.

THE TENDERNESS OF HEALING

The Barn Swallows pulled me through the days and early weeks following July 4th, 2025.

Death and birth, birth to death: two ends of existence. Life continued on!

~~~~~

MY BOOKS 

Song of Herself, a story of a young horsewoman in 1906 who travels to India to sell her uncles horses. It is not the journey she expected or wanted but gave her the chance to grow into her own skin.

At Home in the World: Travel Stories of Growing Up and Growing Away, my coming-of-age travel memoir that covers ages 10 to 27. It is the story of my church and my mom, wise beyond her own experience and ahead of her time, who encourages and prepares me for international travel opportunities. I become a world citizen  at a very young age and later in life leave home and the church that provided me growth opportunities.

Both stories suggest that travel can offer chances that help us build personal, psychological agency by which we become the author of our own lives.

If you read either or both books, I’d appreciate it, if you left a review on Amazon, Goodreads, or your favorite book platform. 

 

 

 

Posted in Craft of writing, Creative Nonfiction Narrative, Details in Writing, Fiction & Nonfiction Writing, How to Write Emotional Beats, Metaphors, Reflection, Writing exercises

3 Enhancing Elements for your Stories and Essays

Metaphor of Women’s Dress Styles to our Writing 

Let’s explore that metaphor of women’s wedding attire to our writing. It struck me as useeful as I ruminated on women’s style of clothing today after attenting a wedding. 

A lot of stylish women showed off their figures in form-fitting dresses, both short and long at a family wedding recently in Phoenix. Regardless how one fit into herdress, in my humble opinion, some were too skinny for the style they wore and some were out of proportion (top heavy or bottom heavy) to select the style they had on.

Many wore a long dress, tucked in around their heels that made them scoot, shuffle, or skate across the floor, therefore, losing their natural walking gait. 

Let’s apply the form-fitting dress to our writing, whether it is travel writing or any other genre.

Too Skinny

Some women were too skinny and didn’t give shape or meaning to wearing a stylish dress. We can write skinny with not enough meat on the bones — too tight, too lean, too emotionless or meaningless.

  1. We need to flesh out our stories or essays by using our senses to illustrate what’s happening, where in the world we are, and how the action is taking place. Sensory details add depth and fullness to our stories.
  2. We can add emotional reaction to the events of the narrative or essay. We can alson reflect to what’s going on. How does it impact the key character(s)?
  3. We can also give heft, shape, and meaning by using an appropriate metaphor that runs the gamut of the story or one that gives weight to a single event. 

Too Out of Proportion – Top-heavy or bottom-heavy

We can also write out of proportion. Maybe one woman was too busty for her form-fitting dress, while another had little or no shape to her booty or legs. Maybe our stories start out strong and fizzle to no meaning at all. Perhaps our essays are overpowered by too many details so readers get lost in the tangle and wonder which ones are significant. Perhaps our writing carries too few details that leave the reader confused or wondering what’s what. Maybe our essays offer enough “leg” to carry the story line or plot, but without sufficient heart or emotion.

Just Right 

Then there’s the woman with the form-fitting dress that carries it off to perfection. Her makeup is understated, while only the flare of her cheeks and lipstick match the depth of the magenta color of her dress. Just off-the-shoulder neckline reveals the shape of her bustline, but no cleavage.

The tautness of the dress reveals the lovely shape of her hips, but never distracts one by the line in the crack of her booty, like some of the others I saw that night. Instead, it draped to the ground, loose enough for her to walk gracefully. The dress left room for the imagination.

Just like our writing. The wow of style applied in this extended metaphor to our writing offers guidance without a set of how-tos or step-by-step instructions.

The writer must flaunt the form, the function, and color of the writing with flare. Reveal the stunning details, the flow of events, the emotions and reflections on the events, so the reader has enough to keep her or him riveted and enough room to imagine and reflect on its meaning. Balanced.

 

This metaphor of women’s attire to our writing, nevertheless, advises the writer … 

  1. to find balance in the details of people, places, and events;
  2. to express emotions and reflection to enhance meaning; and
  3. to expand a metaphor to allow the imagination of the reader to explore and discover.

EXAMPLE #1-Not so good.

The  palm trees grew out of dirt with no sustaining grass to hold them in place. The city of Phoenix the surrounding mountains in the distance were khaki-colored, not lush green. The moon was covered by a palm fromPhoenix, AZ April 2025 where I stood. 

I was from another part of the country and Phoenix disappointed me without green grass and blooming flowers in mid-April. The wedding of my nephew to his finance seemed like the surrounding environment should be fresh, green, lush, and blossoming.

The clouds, flanked by an archway, made a phoenix shape in the sky. That’s the metaphor I wanted for the couple.  Rebirth, becoming something new. Resilience, the ability to overcome. Transformation, the openness to becoming someone different as a couple, as parents, as a family unit.

NOTE: No strong sense of place, peope, or events. Little reflection. And the metaphor is too obvious. Uninteresting. 

EXAMPLE #2-Much better

My nephew Dean, the groom, and the likeable and genuinely spirited young woman, Carson, would rise toPhoenix, AZ April 2025
promise their love and devotion to each other for a lifetime tomorrow.

The Phoenix palm trees rose tall and regal but seemed lonely in the bare dirt floor that stretched over the city and into the surrounding mountains. A palm shielded the full moon from where I stood. Dry, barren desert did not represent what the couple meant to me.

As I sat and visited with my brother Bruce, father of the groom, I noticed a cloud in the shape of a Phoenix, over his shoulder. It stretched out in a forward, mounting motion, as if reaching for the next adventure. The archway behind my sibling framed the cloud for the photo I took.

The new couple would soar too, like the Phoenix. They would experience a rebirth and new beginning from two individuals to a single couple into a family unit; resilience, the strength to overcome adversity together and grow stronger; and the hope of shining brighter together than ever before and the years soar by. Rising!

NOTE: Here you have the metaphor without calling it that. It’s more organic. There are more details and people’s names making it personal. This story is more compressed leaving only the necessary details. And in this short essay you move with the writer though the experience and land on the reflection that the couple will soar and rise, much like the Phoenix. 

When we pay attention to add these 3 elements to our writing we take it to the next level.  Share a piece of writing with us to show how you used these elements to allow your writing to soar! 

___________________________________________