a thin thread is still a thread

This month has been remarkable in a lot of ways.

There’s a silver lining being woven through the fabric of the world as we speak. Yes a virus is sweeping over the world,  dangerous and scary, possibly deadly and certainly unpredictable. But there’s a magical counter movement humankind is making in response. A lot of people reach out, are nicer, are more connected even though they’re distancing.

In a weird way it makes me feel proud of people I don’t know.

I hope you are safe, wherever you are.

 

 

Worlds Apart

Writing has always been important to me.

It’s woven into my life like a silver thread, sometimes front and centre, catching the daylight, shimmering amidst the normal.

Other times in the background, overshadowed by all other things that happen.

I know that I’m just as much a writer as I am an employee or even a mom, but those roles take place in the real world.

Writing, on the other hand, takes place in the realm of thought. It’s a part of me that’s turned inwards, looking for story elements hiding in memories, stored knowledge, strange conversations I overheard.

Normal life and writing are worlds apart, but one cannot survive without the other.

Without the lovely life I live, filled with people I love and value, music, plants, food, books & art I would have very little to write about.

Without writing there’s no silver lining.