It's rare to agree with every word of a message - but here I do. Living with 'threat' is very hard. But yes, it teaches us a lot!!! Especially how crucial, and joyous, it is to live in the now ... and isn't writing as deeply and truthfully as possible a Good Thing for a writer?! And we will never get it perfect, whatever 'it' is... and that's real life, ongoingly present and curious. You are a real and talented writer, Ian - whatever!
Thanks for this, Zanna. You're so right about the magic of striving to produce the best work we can - and thank goodness we never get it 'right' because if we did we might just stop!
I am, without question, fascinated by death—but not in a morbid or negative sense. It’s the quiet awareness that we are all in a state of gradual decay, some more swiftly than others. I believe these bodies we inhabit are earthly cloaks, meant only for a time. What lies beyond this life, I cannot say with certainty. Perhaps it's heaven, perhaps a return, or maybe simply a merging with the source from which we came. After all, are we not born of stars?
And that is why I write: to better understand who I am, and to leave something behind when I go.
It's rare to agree with every word of a message - but here I do. Living with 'threat' is very hard. But yes, it teaches us a lot!!! Especially how crucial, and joyous, it is to live in the now ... and isn't writing as deeply and truthfully as possible a Good Thing for a writer?! And we will never get it perfect, whatever 'it' is... and that's real life, ongoingly present and curious. You are a real and talented writer, Ian - whatever!
Thanks for this, Zanna. You're so right about the magic of striving to produce the best work we can - and thank goodness we never get it 'right' because if we did we might just stop!
I am, without question, fascinated by death—but not in a morbid or negative sense. It’s the quiet awareness that we are all in a state of gradual decay, some more swiftly than others. I believe these bodies we inhabit are earthly cloaks, meant only for a time. What lies beyond this life, I cannot say with certainty. Perhaps it's heaven, perhaps a return, or maybe simply a merging with the source from which we came. After all, are we not born of stars?
And that is why I write: to better understand who I am, and to leave something behind when I go.
Knowing why one writes is such a powerful thing, Sam...
And to show I got the message, I'm sharing it. So get on with the writing.
😉