yesterday, in comments, Liz said "sharing is an intentional act"
so this morning. upon waking. still, the book...Bad Cree. And i thought about how i don't want it in my mind. Wish it wasn't there. and how i had shared it, put it here. Do i wish i hadn't? yes and No. because it's a perfect example of something i need to understand, so as a Journal Page....Good. But the Sharing?, too few words. Not enough words.
i listened again...5th time....to the NPR interview of her, young writer of first book Jessica Johns, and understood it was Her, that i wanted to know. The story i thought i would move through. move through whatever "horror" is. i moved through the final crescendo of horror at the end....skipping fast, thinking i wasn't taking it in, but i did. enough. and it was Horror. and i woke to it. felt it in my stomach. and i am thinking. i always think....about books...., what is it that the writer wants me to come away with? So, this is where i am now. What is it?, that she wanted me to come away with.
so, there's the Power of the written word. and it IS power.
and there is also, the Power of cloth.
