"Personal Essay" what does that mean? Apparently it is the thing that I love.
In other news, Anna Karenina is slowly breaking my heart.. In the best possible sense. I'm enjoying it. I feel very self-conscious and pretentious writing this blog, but I know there's something good in learning to write coherent snippets that will be read by others.. something good. Lately, I've been thinking about, well, a lot of things, mostly growing-up sorts of things. I think I'm finally getting a feel for where I fit in the bigger picture (note that I say 'bigger' and not 'big'; they're two very different things to me), and that's giving me some space to start to learn. I've recently recalled the "sense of presence and spaciousness and peace" Anne Lamott refers to in one of her works (I don't recall which one, but the article's on Salon.com). I'm going to be frank and honest here, because really, what else can I be, but frank and honest if I want to be a frank and honest person? (haha... this sentence created a lovely visual for me of 1980's Frank in a brown suit and big glasses with a receding hairline kindly discussing something with classy gray-haired Honest in a diner somewhere over eggs and bacon and maybe some pie) Frankly and honestly, I feel very much like those in my life often times do not allow me to have this spaciousness. Few souls understand the phenomenon that is emptiness filled by something greater than our own ideas. This spaciousness is a sister to peace; without space true peace does not exist. I'm keeping the spaciousness in my life because I know that in the space lies beauty and goodness unimaginable.
