I wrote short stories, poetry and of course those two “often mentioned, never read” half written novels. But life throws a curve ball. While I had little to no energy to write when I was pregnant and little to no time to write when our daughter, A, was born, I find that now as she wanders around the house owning every room and every cupboard, she has given me a glut of things to write about. Over Heaven’s Hill is a gateway for me to share my writings but most important my parenting ramblings.
Over Heaven’s Hill is one of my short stories which I’m obsessively proud about. It was originally a short story which was published in 2008 in Toasted Cheese. Back then writing consumed my life. I joined writing groups, I even set up and managed a group in my home time for almost 4 years.
I’ve dreamed of being a successful writer, having only ever skimmed the surface. And yet there’s that curve ball. I’m now obsessively proud of my daughter (what mother isn’t). What I look for now in life is all about her. I look to make sure she’s happy, safe, cared for and I’ll sacrifice everything and anything for her.
But a time comes when you realise that no matter how dependent your little darlings are on you, you have to keep your own independence and remember the person you were and are.
I’m a writer. I’m a mother but I’m also a writer. And so I’m going to write. I aim to include a weekly Sunday Sit Down – Writing Corner on my blog which will highlight the creative writing I’ve pursued over the wholesale Minnesota Vikings jerseys years. I hope you enjoy it.
~~~ Over Heaven’s Hill ~~~
I waited for you by the row of aspen trees that nestle along the curve of the road that leads into town, that shadow the mice scrambling to the woodland in the fiercest heat of summer and the deadening rain in fall. I waited for you to cross over the brow of Heaven’s Hill, the high road that is a bystander to annual soapbox races and yearly toboggan rides—weather permitted.
I remember the year we raced our toboggans down the dry cold snow, cheered on by the neighbours’ Australian shepherd that jumped in and around us, between the flashes of red and blue paint, screeching children, wholesale NBA jerseys and flailing mitten strings. I remember how, like an inept canoeist, we would struggle to maintain our potency and presence as we hit the curve of the knoll and slid the concurrent fifty feet to the finish line, praised for our outstanding courage and grazed legs, greeted with homemade lemonade and makeshift veteran’s medals wedged onto a burnt wooden stand.
I waited by the hook of road under the one great oak tree that stood amidst the aspen kings, thinking I would glimpse your tousled hair and freckled skin edging over the top of the shimmering in heat of Heaven’s Hill. The summer’s day warmth pierced my skin and dried my eyes, burning in the fervour of my youth Woman as I stared into the sun over the knotted bank and listened to the crickets sing.
I waited by the groove of the knoll belonging to the road we would follow on a Sunday drive in your father’s pick-up, on an endless route as we took left turn after left turn to end up in the same place, exactly where we & wanted to be. And as I waited for you, as you promised you would come, I remembered it was here you first held cheap Cleveland Browns jerseys my hand, twisted daisies through my hair, and told me how you would w marry me—some day.
I watched the black crow that played on the telephone cables above my head, feathers tinged with pink from the hard-hitting sun, mellow beak silently opening, closing, in flirtatious motions, almost whispering, telling me to cover my fair skin and shelter my voice as it cawed and circled my shadow below.
I waited for you, until the heat subsided and the cool air spun around my ankles as the night air fell on cheap MLB jerseys Heaven’s Hill. I waited under the sallow-scented trees, inhaling their peppercorn fragrance as the breezy moonlit air wrapped a plume of soft coolness on my bare shoulders. I waited for you because you said you would come.
Geraldine Walsh © Over Heaven’s Hill