I am waiting on a Zoom and thought I'll just read your blog b/c it would be funny. (It was funny - especially the part about Ralph beating a metaphor to death and then pulling out the defibrillator because that is EXACTLY what he does!) I was not prepared for the honest, open, descriptive words that capture all the events and emotion of the weekend and take me right back to that place. (Cue the waterworks and declarations of "I AM A WRITER")
Okay - now to fix my mascara and come up with some story about how I've developed a sudden allergy (perhaps to one of my many new service animals?)
WOW! Despite a career of seeking connectedness with and understanding of others and teaching that process to others myself, you have described an experience of sharing, of groupness, of shared identity which surpasses any I have experienced in my decades of work. Always there has been a holding back of core identity which you seem able to unleash! Congratulations and well-done! ...or well joined? May you and your service animals live long and prosper.
Sheesh, thanks, for lack of a better word. It may be that the goal/imperative of creating makes the connection more easily possible— because that need puts relating, relationship, in the ostensible service of something else. A third point of orientation is encouraging, permitting, constitutive. I imagine you had/have that in your work, but it may have been/may be less obvious and well-defined of a dangled carrot than, say, a novel-in-progress.
Also: please note: any and everything I say is at least 5% aspirational. I try to allow for the empowering function of “reach,” since I find it takes me to new places, and thank goodness.
The heart is heart-shaped after all. ❤️ Love this write, and love my Jupiter colleagues. Gonna need a really big animal carrier, or a Tardis. Bumper sticker “Jupiter or bust”…
Wearing my diaper, swimming in the soup. What a joy it is to read your experience. And I really really really can't wait to read your book, too.
I'm not crying. (We're all crying.)
I am waiting on a Zoom and thought I'll just read your blog b/c it would be funny. (It was funny - especially the part about Ralph beating a metaphor to death and then pulling out the defibrillator because that is EXACTLY what he does!) I was not prepared for the honest, open, descriptive words that capture all the events and emotion of the weekend and take me right back to that place. (Cue the waterworks and declarations of "I AM A WRITER")
Okay - now to fix my mascara and come up with some story about how I've developed a sudden allergy (perhaps to one of my many new service animals?)
Fascinating and lovely.
When is a book of your essays arriving. I can’t wait to read it!
WOW! Despite a career of seeking connectedness with and understanding of others and teaching that process to others myself, you have described an experience of sharing, of groupness, of shared identity which surpasses any I have experienced in my decades of work. Always there has been a holding back of core identity which you seem able to unleash! Congratulations and well-done! ...or well joined? May you and your service animals live long and prosper.
Sheesh, thanks, for lack of a better word. It may be that the goal/imperative of creating makes the connection more easily possible— because that need puts relating, relationship, in the ostensible service of something else. A third point of orientation is encouraging, permitting, constitutive. I imagine you had/have that in your work, but it may have been/may be less obvious and well-defined of a dangled carrot than, say, a novel-in-progress.
Also: please note: any and everything I say is at least 5% aspirational. I try to allow for the empowering function of “reach,” since I find it takes me to new places, and thank goodness.
This is so beautiful, she says, as she gets this message on the tarmac at SFO after a 10-hour flight.
I need to go to a writers' retreat. Or organize one.
I vote for both!
The heart is heart-shaped after all. ❤️ Love this write, and love my Jupiter colleagues. Gonna need a really big animal carrier, or a Tardis. Bumper sticker “Jupiter or bust”…
Hooray for fellow writers! Glad you had a wonderful experience. Thank you for writing so captivatingly about it. But I do feel sorry for Sam.