Such an interesting piece about scattered pieces. It feels like things are so uncertian now and I find it more and more difficult to find meaning. Your writing spoke directly to how unsettled and scattered I'm feeling. Thank you :)
I'm glad it's landing somewhere for readers. This idea of everything in pieces, and how we don't always have to gather them up and put them back in place.
I love to play with the words, to find new meaning in their old Latin roots. It's been especially interesting, in studying Italian, and help me to learn.
Such an interesting piece about scattered pieces. It feels like things are so uncertian now and I find it more and more difficult to find meaning. Your writing spoke directly to how unsettled and scattered I'm feeling. Thank you :)
I'm glad it's landing somewhere for readers. This idea of everything in pieces, and how we don't always have to gather them up and put them back in place.
I feel so much of this, with pieces of me scattered about everywhere currently, lol.
And I love the line "But December is an adventure. Something to arrive at."
I love to play with the words, to find new meaning in their old Latin roots. It's been especially interesting, in studying Italian, and help me to learn.
Annette, I know the feeling. Writing my fourth book and, just when I think that I’m in flow, it becomes turbulent.
Everything falls to pieces, every once in a while!