The Artist's Path Announces 'Path, 2012'--The Artist's Response to Love

Where do you go for inspiration to write a 5 to 15 minute monologue that somehow is connected with love?  I look lots of places, but I begin with my own life.  Here's a passage from a monologue I'm working on titled The Quilter.  This the final bit of the piece in which a grandmother is quilting with her granddaughter telling about her last conversation with the little girl's great grandmother.

Two days before she died I was on the phone with her, long distance.  She sounded good.  Not as if she'd be gone in 48 hours.   I asked her how she was doin?  And she said,  "I feel like I'm just losing myself, kinda floating.  You know I'm off of my last, great adventure." I asked her, “Margaret what’s your earliest memory?” She paused, I don’t know if she was still smoking at that point, but often when we talked on the phone, I’d hear her take a drag on her cigarette while she accessed her memory banks.  “Well”,--she always seemed to start her thoughts with a long, drawn out 'well' as if she was giving herself time to collect her thoughts. So she said, “Well, I can see myself in this drainage ditch along the road.  It’s summer; and it’s hot as hell. (she grew up  deep in the heart of Cajun country.)  Oh OK you're right.  That’s another quarter, but she said it not me. 

Then she said,  “I’m dripping with sweat.  I never did perspire. And I sure as heck didn’t glow.  There's not a cloud in the sky.  But the sky's not that crisp blue you get on a cold, dry winter’s day.  No it’s kinda milky blue. And the ditch is still damp with dew, so it must be morning.  And I’m surrounded by dandelions, a carpet of yellow all around me. My arms are out and I’m twirling in circles. Even now I can feel a smile on my face.  Don’t know where I am, but the flowers sure are pretty in the morning light.”  Those were her exact words.  For some reason they just stuck with me. She died two days later, in the morning.  I still miss her.

Now why don't you 'access your memory banks' and write a monologue for Path 2012 and send it to gailm@theartistspath.org.  Start writing.  Don't over think it.  Just go for it! 
NO FEAR!                                                            

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