The following, by Joan Didion, is excerpted from her essay, On Keeping a Notebook, at p 126. That, more than anything I've ever read or heard, describes me and my being in my world as I live it:
"I tell what some would call lies," Didion wrote. "How it felt to me: that is getting closer to the truth...."
As I read that, from my toenails up, I felt accepted, partnered...twinned! And I heard my innards laughing for I could freely admit that is me. I tell how it looked, felt, was...looks, feels, is...to me,
As I read that, from my toenails up, I felt accepted, partnered...twinned! And I heard my innards laughing for I could freely admit that is me. I tell how it looked, felt, was...looks, feels, is...to me,
and that often does not even resemble another's view.
The great lesson to learn...that does not mean the other is lying, any more than I am.
Here is the nut as Didion wrote it: "I always had trouble distinguishing between what happened and what merely might have happened, but I remain unconvinced that the distinction, for my purposes, matters." [My emphasis added.]
It seems likely...to me at any rate...that it is our manner of communication that won Didion Pulitzers and has won me friends, each of them my Pulitzer and the pearl beyond price.
It seems likely...to me at any rate...that it is our manner of communication that won Didion Pulitzers and has won me friends, each of them my Pulitzer and the pearl beyond price.
It may be...to me anyway...that finding freedom within through the freedom of a like Soul proves true self-acceptance is the acceptance of the other in Self.
Too convoluted? Ah, but true to me, and I'm loving it.
Thank you.
Thank you.
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