“The green things of this world are just wondrous, aren’t they?” his mother said. “We work so hard to get rid of them when sometimes they’re the very thing that saves us.
-Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls
I spent my lovely, long weekend in a cabin in Tennessee, whittling and puzzling and hot-tubbing the hours away with good friends. I didn’t expect to see much green in January, but we found it hiding in the moss behind stones and the leaves of a few stubborn trees. My legs are used to sitting in the car for 70 miles every day and my lungs are used to breathing air blasted through my car’s ventilation system, so I’ve got to agree with Patrick Ness–the green things of this world are wondrous, and they’re exactly what I needed. I might have been a wee bit out of breath on our hike, and we may not have finished our puzzle, but we made cozy memories and (hopefully) started a new tradition.
Don’t think you haven’t lived long enough to have a story to tell.
On the way home, we listened to Patrick’s book A Monster Calls, which is a story about stories, and also about a boy and a tree and a terrible loss. I loved listening to the yew tree monster talk about stories while we were busy discussing our own. We don’t know where we’ll end up–which job, which city, which house–but we’re writing a story, regardless. And we’ll keep driving up narrow mountain roads until we figure it all out (or not).
Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn’t expect.
So here’s to our stories: wild and adventurous, true and untamed.