Thursday, February 21, 2013
And my life, too, is a work in progress, a hard-loved object I am constantly shining up. Honestly, I've been sloughing off dead layers for the past few years, trying to get to the core, that still-golden under layer waiting to be revealed. FB was a layer of crud for me (like broadcast TV before it, like shopping for "fun")--and it's gone! It took a long time for me to realize that a goodly portion of the noise and crowdedness in my head that had been building up was coming from FB, a place of so many voices always clamoring (many of them beloved, saying lovely things) that I was struggling again to hear my own voice, to even recognize it. I'm shooting for slow relationships with those who will still have me--handwritten letters, phone calls, yes--email. (My sister, on the phone last night, said, "I just emailed you like it's 1995.") This is going long again--I feel like I have more to say, and maybe we can have more dialogue about this issue? For now, suffice it to say I have staked out for myself a bit more silence and space, rescued a bit more brain. It's good.