Letters from Home

Afraid of what?

There’ve been long gaps between my posts. I suppose that reflects the long blank spaces in my mind. Almost like broken bridges leaving a traveler stranded at the gorge, staring down the chasm and thinking, “Hmmm well, what now?”

I had to explain to a student what “existential” meant the other day. Go ahead, try to do it. I dare you.

It’s easier to be afraid of that spider on the ground, than your own failures and omissions.

Today a woman spoke about her excitement about attending a Writer’s Conference that I had wanted/planned on/meant to attend. It was yesterday. The flier is still on my desk, with its back to me, whenever I walk in the room.

I do prefer the heat over the cold. However, there doesn’t seem to be much difference between being frozen and dying of exposure. Slow regrets come either way.

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it…
Anything you want to, do it.
Wanta change the world?
There’s nothing
To it.

— Willie Wonka

One thought on “Afraid of what?

  1. I am having the exact same issues, minus 3 children. This writing stuff is WORK. So very much to do, and then there are the days when you have time but nothing that wants to come out, at least not without a great deal of cajoling. Not giving up, though, are we?

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