It is our nature to enlarge, reaching out to touch on every conceivable experience while expanding our consciousness to envelop the world we live in.
But sometimes it pays to be small. To pull in, becoming a condensed ball of concentrated self capable of intense drive in a singular direction.
It’s lovely to see you writing again. You were very quiet for a while, and I stopped checking in. Glad I did. Lovely work.
Thank you.
I don’t think I could ever stop /writing/.
But what we write about – the niches we explore with literary fingertips – adapts, growing with us.
(…obviously, some things remain the same)