Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. It's like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can't stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship. [Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life]
I feel awkward writing. I feel like someone moved the keys around and it’s always a risk to hit one or another and discover they are NOT what I’d expected.
So, I have been “reading” more. NOT books, but stories told in movies or even television series. My eyes are still wonky from chemo, so this form of “reading” works for me.
I am spending this Time wisely, I think. I am BEing gentle and even a bit indulgent. I am letting myself off the hook of Expectation.
I am recharging my Spirit.
I love you, Currie