Allow me to take you by the hand And tell you some simple And unforgettable things ... Because we were alone, Near the shore, under this canopy Of palms, and we loved each other, The pleasure was intense and Indescribable
I wonder if writing from a place of love or with love in a memoir is holding another person's humanity in your words, even if they committed egregious acts.
I enjoy your thought-full messages. The idea of writing with, or from, love is intriguing and comforts me. I can do this! Perhaps I already do this (and didn't know I was writing from/with love). Something to ponder, especially "Edwidge expands the notion of family and how we’re constantly remaking our family . . ."
Thanks for the kind words, Marlene. The nice thing about writing with love is that it invites a definition of love. A never-ending definition and redefinition of love.
Sigh... It pains me that it is so late and I am again so tired I can't rub two words together to properly send up even the simplest sky lantern of appreciation. One day.
Grant, you ask what writing with love means. It reminded me of an academic essay I wrote about a hermeneutics of love, which I defined as interpreting with love, through love, and for love, using Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. as an example. Now you have me rethinking that essay in terms of writing. What is it to write with love, through love, and for love? Maybe I'll write about that next. Here's a link, in case you're interested in scanning it. https://www.jenniferleighselig.com/uploads/4/6/0/9/46094275/journal_of_humanistic_psychology-2016-selig-238-62.pdf
Thanks for sharing this, Jennifer. I'll read it. I think it's a subject that never sits still: the question hangs out there asking for an answer forever.
I wonder if writing from a place of love or with love in a memoir is holding another person's humanity in your words, even if they committed egregious acts.
That is definitely a good definition of writing with love.
I enjoy your thought-full messages. The idea of writing with, or from, love is intriguing and comforts me. I can do this! Perhaps I already do this (and didn't know I was writing from/with love). Something to ponder, especially "Edwidge expands the notion of family and how we’re constantly remaking our family . . ."
Thanks for the kind words, Marlene. The nice thing about writing with love is that it invites a definition of love. A never-ending definition and redefinition of love.
So nice to bump into you here, Marlene, even though I seem to bee several weeks late to the party.
Sigh... It pains me that it is so late and I am again so tired I can't rub two words together to properly send up even the simplest sky lantern of appreciation. One day.
But until then, thank you.
Jane
Thank you for your sky lantern of appreciation, Jane!
Grant, you ask what writing with love means. It reminded me of an academic essay I wrote about a hermeneutics of love, which I defined as interpreting with love, through love, and for love, using Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. as an example. Now you have me rethinking that essay in terms of writing. What is it to write with love, through love, and for love? Maybe I'll write about that next. Here's a link, in case you're interested in scanning it. https://www.jenniferleighselig.com/uploads/4/6/0/9/46094275/journal_of_humanistic_psychology-2016-selig-238-62.pdf
Thanks for sharing this, Jennifer. I'll read it. I think it's a subject that never sits still: the question hangs out there asking for an answer forever.