“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 (b. April 10, 1954)
Let me tell you something, friends: If you’re thinking of diving on the deep end of change, make sure you’ve got something that keeps you inhaling and exhaling, rinsing and repeating, breathing and hoping.
I’ve been gone for a while, I know. A lot of life has been happening lately, and I’m still trying to get into the rhythm of making my words visible to the public — because to be honest, I was not wired for the public. But there’s so much to share, and there’s so much to discover, that I cannot possibly just keep all this happiness to myself.
(They say that happiness is doubled when shared, so my purpose might look self-serving, but trust me dear friend, it is not. :D)
Looking at the photos I’ve collected in the past months — all the food I’ve gobbled up, places I’ve traveled, stories I’ve heard and lived through — made me briefly wonder what sort of discipline it takes to tell the truth. How do all my writer friends do it?
(And do I have what it takes to do the same?)
For hitching along with me on this wild ride, I have to say you’re quite the treat. :)
Have a happy day! ♥
Abiding in joy,