Beth Mende Conny of Write Directions writes about the arrival of spring after a long, cold winter.

The open window

 

Beth Mende Conny of Write Directions writes about the arrival of spring after a long, cold winter.

Spring comes through my open window.

Ah, the first true sign of Spring: I open a window. Not wide; the morning has a bite to it. But the sun is up, the sky is clear and I can feel the planet shift toward Spring. And if that weren’t enough, I have proof. There on my calendar, in black and white: March 20, the first day of Spring. Soon, soon.

It has been a long, cold, cold winter. Skies a listless grey, streets a slushy grey. A winter of faithlessness: that Spring would not return and bring with it its palette of blues and golds and splashes of hot pink and Day-glow green. Dabs of purple.

Through the sliver of my window, Springs slips in on a breeze. There! I feel it! The breeze puts its arms around my shoulders and whispers, “Believe in me.”

I lean into it and I say, “I always have.”

Beth and Jenna Mende Conny share moments with Bob Dylan while driving to Gettysburg, PA, to get ice cream sundaes at Friendly's.

Friendly’s, Dylan and endless possibilities

Beth and Jenna Mende Conny share moments with Bob Dylan while driving to Gettysburg, PA, to get ice cream sundaes at Friendly's.Warning: This video will likely be a yawner for you. (Although it does get a bit more interesting, aka arty, around the 2 minute mark.) Not for me, however. It was taken on one of my favorite days–more accurately, during a lovely shared moment with my daughter Jenna.

It was my birthday and we drove from Frederick to Gettysburg to get a Friendly’s milkshake. (She was treating.) We used the 45-minute drive well. She had just gotten her driver’s license and this was one of her first “road trips.” I had just gotten my iPhone and was making my first video. We were both taken with ourselves and endless possibilities.

Bob Dylan was playing in the background–another something we shared that day. She had just discovered him; I too had discovered him at 16.

Unfortunately, you can’t hear Dylan sing because YouTube blocked him out: copyright issues. But if you remember “Like a Rolling Stone,” you can hum along in time with the windshield wipers.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YvAT9_DF9U

 

Lifenicity Storytime #1 – Introduction (sorta)

One morning I got up and decided that instead of sitting in front of the tube, I’d sit in front of my laptop, turn on the Web cam and start talking. I wasn’t sure what I would say. I just needed to hear myself speak. No script, just a meandering. The start of a conversation.

I’ve since recorded other pieces, which I’ll post from time to time. It’s funny though. I don’t know who I’m talking to — and yet I do know. Somewhere out there in ether, ether land, is someone like me, who understands the language of the heart. I imagine us sitting together, sipping tea, listening intently to the stories of our lives and nodding; on occasion, squeezing each other’s hand.

This story, then, and those that follow, are for us. Sit back, watch. I’ll make us some tea. I’ll go get the chocolate.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNmejO-Tp3g&feature=youtu.be