I've always loved this essay. Maybe you will too. Posted so I'll have it in my LJ, should I ever need it.
Terry Tempest Williams (b.1955)
Why I Write
It is just after 4:00 a.m. I was dreaming about Moab, Brooke and I walking around the block just before dawn. I threw a red silk scarf around my shoulders and then I began reciting in my
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*flails*
[Apparently this is my week for spazzing in your general direction. :D]
This made the hair on the back of my neck rise...and I might have cried a little too. Thanks for posting this.
*smooches*
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You are welcome. ♥
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Hmm... maybe the geographic seperation keeps some Universal balance in place? Or perhaps this is a kindness - an excuse [as if an excuse was needed] for roadtrips. Heck, it's only 18 and a half hours between us. T'aint nothin'. :D
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I may need an icon that says that. ;)
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:D
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I also liked, "I write myself out of my nightmares and into my dreams" and "I write with the patience of melancholy in winter."
Also, that last portion in general is just beautiful especially "words are splinters from cut glass."
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