Writing is co-creating the world: On my own I am less than I can be with you, so I am grateful you are here
Such intensity! Amanda at about age five, writing something. I like my green beans steamed just long enough that a bit of crunch remains. Then served with just salt, maybe a squeeze of lemon — maybe. My favourite green veg, plain, is obviously what it is, there on the plate. My writing is, I think, a bit like those green beans: plain, accessible, identifiable for what it is — a thinker making sense of her world via words served up, unadorned, for enjoyment and appreciation by anyone who joins her at her virtual table. Until I came up with the green beans analogy, I had been contorting myself to shape today’s post — to make it fancy, doll it up, hide its inherent simplicity with sophisticated technique and impressive side notes*. And then I heard my mother’s voice exclaiming, “Don’t drown the green beans!” She meant, just cook them and serve them. They are good as they come, naturally. So. I am closing out my posts for this year by saying a simple and sincere THANK YOU ...