Journal entry from February 7:
Just had a HUGE blue heron walk into view of my writing desk window. He stood there staring at me for the longest time (almost 10 min.) before walking into the woods. Maybe it’s because I’m part Cherokee, but this didn’t escape my notice. Out of curiosity, I looked up the significance of herons. Here’s what I found on one website:
“In ancient Egypt, the heron was their phoenix, symbolic of spiritual rebirth. I believe [so says the writer] that the standing heron as it waits for hours like a statue is symbolic of a person’s current state: they are waiting for something very important, they are in a state of stasis, and nothing in the world will bring them what they need apart from waiting for the passage of time to deliver it.”
Don’t believe in omens, but I must say, that one is spot on . . .
What a cool experience!
Laura, as someone who feels like I’m always waiting for something to happen, I can easily relate to this post. Often, the feeling of waiting keeps me from moving ahead, as if I have to wait for this thing or that thing or the unknown thing to happen before I can act.
I find this feeling to be quite disconcerting, as if I might be using it as an excuse to move ahead. So, as I recently discussed on my own blog, I have to put one step in front of the other and do my best to walk towards my goals.
I’ll check back here to see how you are doing!
Laura. I’ve read all your blog– yes all and I am intrigued with your style and words about waiting. Much of what you describe is the life of a novelist– not the particulars, but the essence. One lives in the writing for months and then in the want to rush it for the world to see is nerve racking, but waiting is a must to make it right. It sets my life in this waiting.
I too am a small part Cherokee– my most proud pocession as a child– and your words touched me.
I wish you the best of luck and health in all you do and I know you are busy in your waiting!