I think art can come from past, present, and future. I have written from all three, but the least from Present. This is a place that sometimes feels so far, like an isle on the distant side of everyday living. And yet I want to go there. I want to bring a comfy chair, a hot chai latte, a journal, and plenty of pens–the kind that move really, really fast. And I want to write from Present. So here is an attempt…
“I think of you now, how you are this very moment, instead of how you will be in a couple of months–walking and talking and claiming your little plot in our family. I think of you now, and I see your crazy hair and the ways your eyes bend down in the corners, stretching, just like your dad’s. I see your pinkish skin and how your two teeth stick up from your bottom gum, and I realize that teeth cab be “cute.” You are splashing in the bath water and excited breathing and blowing out your food and pushing your bottle away. Even though you can’t speak yet, you are playing with “no.” Rolling it around and seeing how it feels to you.
“So much has changed since you came home with us, and I worried over your weight, counting the ounces, praying your skin would soon stretch over baby rolls. Now, you are warm and plump and my baby girl, and I want you to know that I love you now. As you are right now.”
Phew. That’s what I just spilled on to paper, and I still shifted into the past and future some. But I did spend some time in Present, and I’m pretty thrilled about that. So, here’s my question to you: Do you write from past, present, or future most often? Which is the hardest for you?