I don’t write to be famous, I don’t write to be known, I write because I am and I want to be read. How sad to fill a room with paintings no one sees or play music no one hears. Writing is talking without sound, singing without score and dancing without movement and yet, it is all of them. It is a solitary art conjured from thought and expressed by the need to communicate.
HEAD-SLAPS, SPEED-BUMPS and LIGHT-BULBS, one woman's WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life, is the name of my memoir/essay collection with why I wrote what I wrote and what happened after. They were published once and as every writer knows, once is not enough.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Saturday, November 9, 2013
My daughters have lost two young friends recently, one to a horrifically tragic act and another to a long illness. They know there are no guarantees of time, but do they, should they, think about the end of life while in the midst of life? Maybe we’re just supposed to live our lives, with bright lights, and not think about the dimmer switch. Because they have lost two of their own, they know, right along with the rest of us, life is a crap-shoot and it’s all smoke and mirrors. None of us is guaranteed tomorrow, another hour or one more minute.
If we think about life as a marathon and first focus on the aches and pains of the body, during and even after the race, we wouldn’t even start to run the race. Maybe we should simply focus on putting one foot in front of the other until the last hill and final sprint, or limp, to the finish line.
Wisdom tells me that life is about the race, not the finish. Life tells me that the dimmer the light, the least likely I am to see where the road ends. I'm not sure if that's good or bad all I know is that if I can't see my feet I'll fall flat on my ass.
What does wisdom tell you?