I'm so glad you wrote the memoir in spite of not wanting to write, and thank you for letting us in to your world of wonder and process of grief. The interludes and questions posed go deep; I could see taking an entire year to answer these questions. Perhaps you are revealing this not realizing there may be some next steps for you as a writer to lead some kind of teaching or coaching inquiry through grief via writing. Your writing is so strong, clear, wise - the imagery compelling, leading us on. I love your trust in the creative leap and where it led you in Boca and after - whole new roads, new worlds opened up . I love how you weave your story - it's a good book i don't want to put down.
Your words mean so much. The hint of possibility is intriguing ... I'm going to let it roll around in my head for awhile. I feel all the old insecurities lining up in order with their same not-good-enough song and dance. Words such as yours are a shield ... thank you!
You're so good at going ahead anyway! :) May our words be shields for each other. I know I come here for solace and inspiration - your words and images do that for me.
I'm so glad you wrote the memoir in spite of not wanting to write, and thank you for letting us in to your world of wonder and process of grief. The interludes and questions posed go deep; I could see taking an entire year to answer these questions. Perhaps you are revealing this not realizing there may be some next steps for you as a writer to lead some kind of teaching or coaching inquiry through grief via writing. Your writing is so strong, clear, wise - the imagery compelling, leading us on. I love your trust in the creative leap and where it led you in Boca and after - whole new roads, new worlds opened up . I love how you weave your story - it's a good book i don't want to put down.
Your words mean so much. The hint of possibility is intriguing ... I'm going to let it roll around in my head for awhile. I feel all the old insecurities lining up in order with their same not-good-enough song and dance. Words such as yours are a shield ... thank you!
You're so good at going ahead anyway! :) May our words be shields for each other. I know I come here for solace and inspiration - your words and images do that for me.
Joyce, I can see why you buried the memoir for so many years. Brave of you to resurrect it.