I've said it before but I'll say it again, the practice of memoir writing is epiphanic, mind-blowing and a better healer than just about any therapy. Talk about the examined life -- even the little dust bunnies of moments that went creeping off under the bed years ago and think they are safe, even they get pulled out to stand to account. What a marvelous time waster!
Walked tonight in the evening after looking after 4 kids and getting to a crazy point with my son, who had displeased his teacher with his over-exuberant behavior at school today. The light was soft, the blossoms fragrant, the birds loud as spring itself. On that walk, I clarified the purpose of my writing project and maybe came up with a subtitle for the book. 'Oh,' I thought. 'I can relax, I can take a walk and call it work!' Ha!
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