Hi, I am trying something new! I’ve started a newsletter. As you may know, I love to write. I’ve always been the journaling type. You know how when a little kid is hurt and crying, and their caregiver asks, “Tell me where it hurts”... I love to tell where it hurts - in excruciating detail - to no one but myself. Evidence provided here dating back to 1998 (though in full disclosure, this is the only thing I wrote in this journal, but I still embrace this personal credo):
Your ghost analogy reminds me of one of the quotes by Franz Kafka from Letters to Milena, “Writing letters...means to denude oneself before the ghosts, something for which they greedily wait. Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.”
Anam - I don’t even think ghosts are mine or yours…they are shared like the air we breathe. And I look forward to the shared reflective dialogue…I find your writing makes my heart open and reveal truths to me.
How would you like a rickety old man enjoying your thoughts.. occasionally..
Your ghost analogy reminds me of one of the quotes by Franz Kafka from Letters to Milena, “Writing letters...means to denude oneself before the ghosts, something for which they greedily wait. Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.”
Looking forward to reading your newsletters.
All the best, Anam!
Anam - I don’t even think ghosts are mine or yours…they are shared like the air we breathe. And I look forward to the shared reflective dialogue…I find your writing makes my heart open and reveal truths to me.
my ghosts want playdates with yours