This is as lovely a piece of writing as I’ve yet seen on substack. Amid a lot of head writing, here is the common heart yearning, the itch that drives all addiction and distraction. Most don’t identify the longing to return from perspective to wholeness without which we can’t rest or know peace. It poured through your piece.
The AI chase runs in the opposite direction, seeking to immortalise separation as it slouches out of Bethlehem striving to overGod what it must always be less than.
There’s a choice to be made. You are a clear conduit and young. It gives me hope.
Grace, this was some of the richest writing I have read on Substack. You took my breath away, and outlined several things I have been feeling as well for a long time, but in beautiful and vulnerable prose. I am also an ENFP, lol. Great, great post.
Wow! really great piece, strikes at the heart of writing and its weaknesses, and the image and its weaknesses too——would love to read more by this writer
This really resonated with me. I have kept diaries over the years, at times more regularly, at times less. I too have been drawn to focus image into words, especially when far from home, or especially when trying to process something deep. The ultimate insufficiency of language to embody image is a realization I've also made, and I love the way you describe it.
Random question: have you considered turning the eye inward, trying to describe the images in dreams? (It can feel as tedious and solipsistic as one imagines, so patience is needed.) What I've found, though, is that the delicate probe of conscious language will awaken something in the unconscious, animate it, and vividly "imagematic" dreams issue forth. I've also found it much more intense in my twenties. (I'm over 50, and have been keeping journals for thirty years.)
Since you have an acute visual memory, you will continually remember those moments of great beauty.
This was spectacular. A tremendous gift of insight to a boomer.
This is as lovely a piece of writing as I’ve yet seen on substack. Amid a lot of head writing, here is the common heart yearning, the itch that drives all addiction and distraction. Most don’t identify the longing to return from perspective to wholeness without which we can’t rest or know peace. It poured through your piece.
The AI chase runs in the opposite direction, seeking to immortalise separation as it slouches out of Bethlehem striving to overGod what it must always be less than.
There’s a choice to be made. You are a clear conduit and young. It gives me hope.
Grace, this was some of the richest writing I have read on Substack. You took my breath away, and outlined several things I have been feeling as well for a long time, but in beautiful and vulnerable prose. I am also an ENFP, lol. Great, great post.
Wow! really great piece, strikes at the heart of writing and its weaknesses, and the image and its weaknesses too——would love to read more by this writer
This really resonated with me. I have kept diaries over the years, at times more regularly, at times less. I too have been drawn to focus image into words, especially when far from home, or especially when trying to process something deep. The ultimate insufficiency of language to embody image is a realization I've also made, and I love the way you describe it.
Random question: have you considered turning the eye inward, trying to describe the images in dreams? (It can feel as tedious and solipsistic as one imagines, so patience is needed.) What I've found, though, is that the delicate probe of conscious language will awaken something in the unconscious, animate it, and vividly "imagematic" dreams issue forth. I've also found it much more intense in my twenties. (I'm over 50, and have been keeping journals for thirty years.)