Friday, July 24, 2015
... then unceremoniously hitting the trash button in disbelief!
Last week I spent several hours at the Visitor Center as the subject of a photo shoot that will accompany an upcoming article in the National Parks Conservancy publication; another phone call in which a hopelessly young female voice announced that I'd been selected as someone's favorite ranger and could I answer a few questions for the readers of Pathways? Then a 30-minute telephone interview for a NY Business Insider magazine article. I've lost count of those requests and now they're hardly recognizable except as items on my Google calendar with little meaningless notations as reminders that fail to remind me of anything due to the speed and urgency my life has taken on of late.
... I've become increasingly aware of the fact that there are out there, artists, writers, documentarians, videographers, poets, artists of various disciplines who have attended my presentations in our little theater over time. And it's not just the "Polygrip crowd" as one might expect, but a cross-section of the community from near and far. They've become too numerous to ignore, and too insistent to brush off, and their message has finally penetrated through my resistance that the magical "something" needs to be documented.
That thing that happens is clearly not an accident, and has by now become part and parcel of my new "normal". What I was assuming was a mere temporary "bump" in visitation as the direct result of the NPR Krasny Forum interview is growing with each day, and shows no signs of ebbing any time soon.
My presentations have been raised to 5/week instead of 3, and each event now runs at full tilt with every seat filled. We're having to pass out numbers in order to not go over the seating capacity as ordered by the fire department. Next we'll have to go to a reservation system. Who knew?
And I'm now beginning to realize -- as Earth time is clearly winding down -- that there needs to be a way to capture on film or videotape those elements that make up my American Story since that piece will establish the way I'll be remembered when I'm no longer here.
That is becoming important to consider. Any false modesty is beginning to fade away, and I'm finally admitting to myself that it matters to me.
My 94th birthday is only one month away.
Wish I hadn't trashed all those requests ... and could now give them the serious thought they deserved ... .
I've enlisted a small group of friends to act as advisers. We shared a lovely dinner last night to begin to explore next steps.
I'm so grateful to have their counsel at a time when I'm no match for the incoming public attention.
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