Otherwise
Due to sudden difficult events in a colleague's life, Jane Kenyon's poem Otherwise is much on my mind. So are the many blessings in my own life that I otherwise take for granted.
This has little to do with writing, the purported subject of my blog. But it does remind me of a half-forgotten story idea about a cancer survivor. So much fiction and memoir about illness or debilitation is focused on the battle--bearing the shock of a diagnosis or sudden injury, struggling to overcome or, failing that, to accept. So little is about what happens later. The quiet after the battle. The price of the victory or loss. The going home. How one is changed. What seems important after such an experience and what no longer matters.
Not my usual fictional territory, but I'd like to write it one day.
In the meantime, my friends, family and dear ones...please know that I love you every day that dawns. Even (and especially) the days I forget to tell you so.
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