by cheri block
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
For the last three years, whenever I sit down to write–be it for this blog or for my graduate classes or for my book– these two lines from the musical The Sound of Music begin playing, originating in that cavernous place, one full of fairies and fears, curiosities and story-lines, sadnesses and fantasies, that I call my mind.
Seriously. I’m not kidding.
These two lines must mean something important, symbolic, and primal, but my studies of the work of Carl Jung and Eric Berne have not popped a clue or lead.
I’ve mentioned this oddity to my gynecologist Vickie, but she, too, has been unable to interpret my behavior, so I leave her office only with my yearly mammogram orders and not with any new insights about Maria. Or clouds. Or problems. Or problem solving.
These lines continue to bubble up like Schwepp’s Diet Tonic.
I’ve tried purging them by writing about William the Conqueror, one of my favorite subjects. Along with miner’s lettuce, sea elephants, free-hand drawing, and Judge Blah, who in the last several years, I have renamed The Judge, I have scribbled about hamsters, turkeys, sex, assisted living, and public education. I have revealed my insecurities, my confidences, my loves and hates, my favorite colors and god knows, I have rhapsodized about American literature and Nietzsche, New Mexico and my parents, Stanford and the University of the Pacific.
I’ve been told that just the act of acknowledging certain, shall we say (delicately), certain idiosyncracies about ourselves is one way to purge them.
You, my readers (of course) do not have any idiosyncracies, right? Good.That’s what I thought.
So in an attempt to confront my psycho-musical demons, I am releasing these two lines from my imagination into the ether. HERE THEY ARE!!
Let’s see what happens the next time I sit down to write which will be Wednesday, February 20, 2013 as I try to put the first lines of my masters thesis onto paper.