Thank you for visiting my blog, Oaks to Acorns. Some of you knew an earlier version of it on blogspot. If you’d like to know more about its concept, good luck! I’ve attempted to explain it below. If you’d like to know more about me, good luck! Like this blog, I’m a work-in-progress, but I have attempted to share the essentials further on down.
About the blog: Only the luckier acorns evolve into oaks, wouldn’t you say? Perhaps the phrase, Acorns to Oaks, better suits the natural order of things. As far as I know, the opposite never happens; oaks don’t evolve into acorns. So, what’s with the title, right?
Well. The best I can do is ask you to imagine an oak. (Are you with me? OK.) Now, try to imagine its humble beginnings – the essential acorn. (Now now. Let’s not get all chicken-or-egg about this. Just focus on the acorn, please.)
When I write and rewrite and rewrite, sometimes (as in 9.5 times out of 10), I have to spend what feels like infinity to get to the essential – the acorn. But when I nail it (as in 9.5 times out of 1,000), I find I’ve gone from an oak (something huge) to a simple acorn (something manageable, like the one you can stop picturing now). It’s lovely to be able to put something vast into a nice neat shell once in a while — a way of reconciling worlds.
Now. If that makes no sense, there is another reason, previously mentioned: good luck. One of the first poems I had published was based on Acorns and, ever since, I consider it good luck to have one in my pocket or on my desk. Whenever I fiddle with an acorn, it reminds me of the big picture, the oaks, and what’s truly essential, the acorn. It’s all good. So there.
About me: In very short, I was born and raised in New England, studied and taught in many places before immigrating from China to Switzerland in 1996 where I remain with my husband, a watchmaker, two grown children and our golden retriever.
I welcome your comments. I really do. So, if you care to share, please feel free!
Elizabeth Hornor Boquet
PS I have written, and hold all rights to, each every poem and essay on this blog — but I’m usually happy to share. Just ask.