I worry that I’m losing the game. I took a wrong turn somewhere along the way. I’m not sure how to get back. I had a conversation with a writer friend recently. We were walking over to a class at the California College for the Arts where I was going to speak to writing students, and I got a flash of a memory of when I was a young writer in San Francisco. I remembered how I’d spend my days traipsing through the Mission, reading and writing in cafes, watching people, dreaming, aspiring, wondering.
I missed reading this last month (irony) and so glad it was linked in your post this week. Its message lands in a way that penetrates deeply, and, I hope, remains a daily practice after your reminder (at this moment I look out a window over a wide river, sitting at the kitchen table in a home I am housesitting; the clouds boil from the horizon looking not unlike snow covered mountains...but changing even as I watch, from dark blue slate to cotton candy blue). Your flower arrangement is elegant and beautiful - a lovely way to slow down and practice paying attention to attention. Thanks for this.
"I searched out firsts." One of the keys to making time feel "longer" and thus more memorable.
We were thinking and writing in sync this month! I just published my newsletter on feeling alert and like a child in Japan and how that is my favorite part of traveling: paying attention to the subtle differences.
So beautifully expressed, Grant. Thanks for this reminder. 💜
Beautifully said. A powerful reminder. Thank you.
This came in the nick of time. Project created.