Every Friday I transfer posts here from the Virtual Pint archives.
A beautiful hanging-onto-summer day in Seattle. Enjoy these little flashes of the past.
- Space for story (November 2002) — A meandering post about cover art, facilitation, and story coming alive inside the reader and the writer.
- Talkin’ about love (January 2003) — Love in books and in life.
- Crocodiles (January 2003) — The crocodile in Solitaire. Fear, it’s all about fear…
Enjoy.
I love love, but the crocodiles are always most interesting to me. I have lived solo voluntarily, and I have had solo living imposed on me. In both situations, it was an intense learning experience. I scared myself. I bored myself. Mostly, I got to know myself. I found out what was likeable and what wasn’t. It taught me that even though I live alone, I need other people. I need to do things for other people. I guess we get back to love after all.
It is intense, isn’t it? As well as scary and boring and sometimes just damn frustrating. I was never so easily annoyed by other people as I was when I lived alone. Although that’s perhaps a chicken-or-egg scenario….
I do think we always get back to either love or fear, and given a choice, I pick love. I hope I always will.