Thank you so much for this observation! My mother is smiling from wherever one's energy goes after the transubstantiation of our current incarnation. Peace outwards
PS: To follow up on your wise amendation, after years of allowing so much of my psyche to be affected by whether or not my writing had been taken up by the masses (or, more likely, my local polis), these days I am working hard on writing/living as well as I might, doing some prep work to release it as widely into the wilds as a writer in the podunk American outback is able, and then—moving on to the next paragraph, Negroni or sunrise/sunset. It may (or may not) have been Lao Tzu who said: “Do your work, then step back. The only path to serenity.”
Is it time to pick up where you left off twitter? A month in since I joined, Jack Dorsey's Bluesky is lookiing like an agreeably mellow *and* stimulating replacement. Free of musk poison or anything like it. (And unlike substack, free of nazis!) Still a pale shadow as regards numbers, but growing steadily, and with the right people in the right direction—many Xitter refugees. I have an invite to spare if you're tempted—you can let me know at comdifi at mail dot com.
Please do invite me! I dialed back Twitter as its Muskification has continued apace and then took the app off my phone a few weeks ago. That returned a small, but significant source of daily peacefulness to my weeks, as Twitter/X is now policed and flooded with the hair-trigger aggrieved and enraged. You can email me at douglaseye AT gmail DOT com. Thank thee!
‘Do it.
Then talk about it.’
So wise! Emphatically not to imply crriticism, but i'd amend that:
Do it.
Then write about it.
… *Then* talk about it. Maybe.
I've known too many to talk stories away. Not you. Her advice has served you exceedingly well—wiitness this example of your fine photo essays. —dianeF
Thank you so much for this observation! My mother is smiling from wherever one's energy goes after the transubstantiation of our current incarnation. Peace outwards
PS: To follow up on your wise amendation, after years of allowing so much of my psyche to be affected by whether or not my writing had been taken up by the masses (or, more likely, my local polis), these days I am working hard on writing/living as well as I might, doing some prep work to release it as widely into the wilds as a writer in the podunk American outback is able, and then—moving on to the next paragraph, Negroni or sunrise/sunset. It may (or may not) have been Lao Tzu who said: “Do your work, then step back. The only path to serenity.”
Is it time to pick up where you left off twitter? A month in since I joined, Jack Dorsey's Bluesky is lookiing like an agreeably mellow *and* stimulating replacement. Free of musk poison or anything like it. (And unlike substack, free of nazis!) Still a pale shadow as regards numbers, but growing steadily, and with the right people in the right direction—many Xitter refugees. I have an invite to spare if you're tempted—you can let me know at comdifi at mail dot com.
Please do invite me! I dialed back Twitter as its Muskification has continued apace and then took the app off my phone a few weeks ago. That returned a small, but significant source of daily peacefulness to my weeks, as Twitter/X is now policed and flooded with the hair-trigger aggrieved and enraged. You can email me at douglaseye AT gmail DOT com. Thank thee!