J, your clear, lucid prose is a gift and an inspiration to us all. It reminds me of Al Hirt, who re-learned how to play the trumpet after he was hit in his mouth by a thrown brick. He regained his playing skills, just as you have triumphed over cruel adversity and established yourself as a gifted writer.
Redemption in progress - thank you for taking us along on your journey. Your posts always make me want to comment - like a cosmic conversation - only in actual words.
Beautifully written and illustrated, Judith! You are really popping today. The brain 🧠 illustration is fantastic and I would love to have a copy, print, whatever. Your progress is wonderful! and yet I understand that you are different than before and always will be. How about better? Is that going too far? I hope not.
That is one of the wisest insights into the dismantling of Social Security I've heard. Of course: let's prove government is useless! Then we can do what we want.
I've just finished reading a wonderful memoir called RAISING HARE by Chloe Dalton. She rescues a baby hare and opens her house to it, and eventually its offspring. Baby hares are called leverets - such a lovely word. Chloe Dalton is also part of that big political world - speechwriter and adviser - and the difference in perspective that she acquires by the grace of the hare is extraordinary. But it requires giving up the idea that you're more important than nature.
The best part of my day today-- reading this post. Thank you for your beautiful mind and your generous piano-playing at the keyboard. Your writing is melody.
I wish billionaires/gazzillionaires would stop counting their money and instead contemplate how all of us, even those of us who aren't billionaires/gazzillionaires, came from stars.
A stunning piece, Judith, thank you!! I am also deeply sorry about your accident and in great admiration of your creative work and your resilience in rebuilding yourself and your life.
Rebuilding is also such a great word in relation to the capacity of the brain to regenerate itself. Didn't brain researchers believe that the brain, or the nervous system in general, has very little chance of recovery because it doesn't regenerate like other body tissues? And has this 'expertise' not been completely revised in recent years?
Your story of rebuilding ~ one inspiring post at a time ~ is such an inspiration and a bright ray of hope in a world ruled by those billio/gazillionaires who for some inexplicable reason have lost their minds and hearts (even if their brains have some semblances of being operational). They have fallen into some state of amnesia, disconnected from the knowledge about the intergalactic distances they must have travelled a lifetime ago, sheltered in their mother's womb.
Every post I write is about rebuilding.
I love this. Thank you
J, your clear, lucid prose is a gift and an inspiration to us all. It reminds me of Al Hirt, who re-learned how to play the trumpet after he was hit in his mouth by a thrown brick. He regained his playing skills, just as you have triumphed over cruel adversity and established yourself as a gifted writer.
Redemption in progress - thank you for taking us along on your journey. Your posts always make me want to comment - like a cosmic conversation - only in actual words.
Beautifully written and illustrated, Judith! You are really popping today. The brain 🧠 illustration is fantastic and I would love to have a copy, print, whatever. Your progress is wonderful! and yet I understand that you are different than before and always will be. How about better? Is that going too far? I hope not.
love Kathleen
deeply grateful. thank you. please share my work in any way you can.
That is one of the wisest insights into the dismantling of Social Security I've heard. Of course: let's prove government is useless! Then we can do what we want.
I've just finished reading a wonderful memoir called RAISING HARE by Chloe Dalton. She rescues a baby hare and opens her house to it, and eventually its offspring. Baby hares are called leverets - such a lovely word. Chloe Dalton is also part of that big political world - speechwriter and adviser - and the difference in perspective that she acquires by the grace of the hare is extraordinary. But it requires giving up the idea that you're more important than nature.
I just adore your writing ✨🤍
deep bow.
The best part of my day today-- reading this post. Thank you for your beautiful mind and your generous piano-playing at the keyboard. Your writing is melody.
thank you tons!!! deeply grateful.
Intergalactic travels leads us to sharing the same heart with your child—admire the way you look at we human
deeply grateful. thank you. please share my work in any way you can.
Your writing is so beautiful Judith it inspires and enlightens every time I read it!
deeply grateful. thank you. please share my work in any way you can.
Thank you very much. I am honored by your words.
Stunningly written, as your work always is, Judith. And I love your pointed assessment of the whole Social Security business. Beautiful.
Thank you, Jane. I hope to write more for you and with you.
Nice montage - words & graphic.
Powerful piece
I wish billionaires/gazzillionaires would stop counting their money and instead contemplate how all of us, even those of us who aren't billionaires/gazzillionaires, came from stars.
Me, too
The image of the book overlaid by the brain is magnificent. Is It your work?
The overlays are mine.
A stunning piece, Judith, thank you!! I am also deeply sorry about your accident and in great admiration of your creative work and your resilience in rebuilding yourself and your life.
Rebuilding is also such a great word in relation to the capacity of the brain to regenerate itself. Didn't brain researchers believe that the brain, or the nervous system in general, has very little chance of recovery because it doesn't regenerate like other body tissues? And has this 'expertise' not been completely revised in recent years?
Your story of rebuilding ~ one inspiring post at a time ~ is such an inspiration and a bright ray of hope in a world ruled by those billio/gazillionaires who for some inexplicable reason have lost their minds and hearts (even if their brains have some semblances of being operational). They have fallen into some state of amnesia, disconnected from the knowledge about the intergalactic distances they must have travelled a lifetime ago, sheltered in their mother's womb.