The privilege of staring loss in the face and the privilege of a smile…
While this first line was written down a few days ago in the midst of dialogue with an old friend to whom I have not spoken in some many months, and the intention was to take that line and flush it out a little more in a written work, as I returned to the page today I neither feel like burying the line in case I might later return to it, nor holding myself accountable in present condition to elaborating upon it with some felt sense of responsibility to do it justice…
Yes, that sentence was a paragraph. This is free writing.
It’s been some time since I’ve made the effort to put the proverbial pen to page, and each day that elapses in such an interval often feels increasingly longer than I would like.
Here I would like to offer a nod to the discipline expressed by my friend Molly who writes diligently across a number of venues in order to leverage her care for the craft towards care for others. I read her regularly and always enjoy what she has to say.
The privilege of staring loss in the face, and the privilege of a smile…
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