Your questions. I know them, have in fact been wrestling with the "why write?" one hard the past two weeks. The cacophony gets to me. For whatever it's worth, though, I always appreciate seeing words you've written. Feels different from the crowd in my inbox.
Coming from you, Rita, that compliment means everything. Thank you. And it feels like I'll be here for a short stretch, until I can once again be carried away on the warm embrace of contentment. :)
Why write? Because we love your voice and selfishly I ADORE hearing it….and remarkable editor that you are, you’re a WRITER…a badass one! Spare us from this frightening AI Armageddon that is looming…we need you 🙏
I was tempted to write "I don't deserve readers like you" ---- but then stopped and thought Well that's bullshit. I totally deserve readers like you, and absolutely one-hundred percent deserve the specific you!! Thank you friend, for your forever support. I feel like I'm coming out of yet another fog, this one created by the sweet bliss of Just Enough Calm, and I deserved that, too. Time to saddle up and figure out what's next, yes for work, but also for the hard work of untangling our human difficulties, the many ways we unintentionally stray from The Work. Love you!
Asha, lovely to see you here in my little garden. :) I have so loved seeing all the twinkling lights in the universe come back on in Substack, one by one. Your star included. That was a time we shared, wasn't it? <3
"The need to broadcast and be visible has been quieted in me" - so many of us are feeling this Stacy. For all of the reasons you cite. I also wonder if this isn't some sort of 50s threshold we're crossing, too — our peace & gardening era? 🪴
Ha! Well, for me, I entered my gardening era at the tender age of 35, with fresh tomatoes in Brooklyn my son would pick and stuff in his little face. :) But I think often of the Wordsworth poem "The World Is Too Much With Us." We both can't escape it The World and the new, inexorable flow of ideas and nonsense coming our way — and yet we aren't investigating it deeply enough to move discourse forward. It's a puzzle for sure. One likely made for writing, more so than memeing. : ) We'll see how present I can be as I enter this new leg of What Next?
Your questions. I know them, have in fact been wrestling with the "why write?" one hard the past two weeks. The cacophony gets to me. For whatever it's worth, though, I always appreciate seeing words you've written. Feels different from the crowd in my inbox.
Coming from you, Rita, that compliment means everything. Thank you. And it feels like I'll be here for a short stretch, until I can once again be carried away on the warm embrace of contentment. :)
Man, I get that! Sucks being a tortured writer only, doesn't it? ;)
Why write? Because we love your voice and selfishly I ADORE hearing it….and remarkable editor that you are, you’re a WRITER…a badass one! Spare us from this frightening AI Armageddon that is looming…we need you 🙏
I was tempted to write "I don't deserve readers like you" ---- but then stopped and thought Well that's bullshit. I totally deserve readers like you, and absolutely one-hundred percent deserve the specific you!! Thank you friend, for your forever support. I feel like I'm coming out of yet another fog, this one created by the sweet bliss of Just Enough Calm, and I deserved that, too. Time to saddle up and figure out what's next, yes for work, but also for the hard work of untangling our human difficulties, the many ways we unintentionally stray from The Work. Love you!
Just a friendly hello from a long-time-ago Internet friend who wishes you well.
Asha, lovely to see you here in my little garden. :) I have so loved seeing all the twinkling lights in the universe come back on in Substack, one by one. Your star included. That was a time we shared, wasn't it? <3
"The need to broadcast and be visible has been quieted in me" - so many of us are feeling this Stacy. For all of the reasons you cite. I also wonder if this isn't some sort of 50s threshold we're crossing, too — our peace & gardening era? 🪴
Ha! Well, for me, I entered my gardening era at the tender age of 35, with fresh tomatoes in Brooklyn my son would pick and stuff in his little face. :) But I think often of the Wordsworth poem "The World Is Too Much With Us." We both can't escape it The World and the new, inexorable flow of ideas and nonsense coming our way — and yet we aren't investigating it deeply enough to move discourse forward. It's a puzzle for sure. One likely made for writing, more so than memeing. : ) We'll see how present I can be as I enter this new leg of What Next?