“So, slowly but surely, I began to bleed onto a dusted off blog page I’d started but neglected, and wept and laughed as I read words of more and more people out there doing the same thing. Through these blank spaces that we sent our words, I felt shoulders next to mine, and I realized that we are all connected, just as I had been in my daddy’s church. All of us different but united through text, through telling the stories of humanity.” Rooted in Writing, Committed to Life via Erin L. Margolin
Her bio is as follows:
Tara Pohlkotte lives in Wisconsin with her husband and two children. She writes about life, motherhood, and memories at Pohlkotte Press. To get a feel for Tara’s work, you should start here: And For Tonight; Pocket of Sorrow, Six Feet Deep, or Birthing Warrioress. She is a contributing author to two upcoming titles, as well as poetry publications. To keep connected with Tara you can follow her Facebook page for the latest updates. You may also find her Tweeting on occasion!
I am so thrilled Tara is here today, sharing the story of her Wednesday’s Woman, giving more insight into where her striking voice originates.
Wednesday's Woman: Madeleine L'Engle
by Tara Pohlkotte
“It was a dark and stormy night...”
With one common phrase, I was pulled into A Wrinkle in Time with Meg, Charles Wallace and all the others. Madeleine L’Engle opened my 3rd grade eyes to the possibilities of more. Of realities that were not my own. She brought me deeper into my dreams; allowed for my imagination to soar under her gentle leading. She painted the stars for me, drew me into the cosmos held on the back of my hand.
20 years later, as I formed within myself the first inklings of “I want to write. Now what?” followed closely by, “Who the hell do I think I am?” I felt at odds with myself, my former realist self was trying desperately to keep tabs on my creative spirit. I was a wife after all, a mother, with a 40-hour-a-week job. What could I offer an already saturated world with my words?
|A Circle of Quiet|
“..And I think too, and possibly most important, that there is a faith simply in the validity of art; when we talk about ourselves as being part of the company of such people as Mozart or van Gogh or Dostoevsky, it has nothing to do with comparisons, or pitting talent against talent; it has everything to do with a way of looking at the universe. My husband said, “But people might think you’re putting yourself alongside Dostoevsky.” The idea is so impossible that I can only laugh in incredulity. Dostoevsky is a giant; I look up to him; I sit at his feet; perhaps I will be able to learn something from him. But we do face the same direction, no matter how giant his stride, how small mine.” - - Madeleine L’Engle ~ A Circle of Quiet
There in a sentence, understanding poured over me, and I picked up my pen. I would not try to match the wonderful writers that I have grown under the shade of, or match the stories of my youth that became as much a part of my childhood as the neighborhood girls that I shared everything with. I would not be concerned with burning with a blaze as bright as my wonderful contemporaries. I would only force myself to show up, set my shoulders back and face my feet in the same direction as these other writers; knowing that in doing so I am adding my voice, no matter how small, to a larger story being told.
I will always be grateful to Madeleine L’Engle for expanding the world for me. And now, I smile, as I tuck deep inside my daughter's twin sized bed with her beside me, knowing that the power of Madeleine's words do not belong just to me. I feel my daughter's chest rise and fall, her breath heavy with anticipation as the opening line starts again, "It was a dark and stormy night..."
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