“To let myself be pulled towards what draws me, to open a notebook, to write, and to come home are all synonyms”….. This so resonates with me Priya. This permission to be allowed to be drawn towards anything is the most perfect gift one can give oneself - and that is a homecoming like no other.
Hi Nimmy, good to hear from you. A repeated homecoming is really my experience every time I sit down to write and letting yourself run towards what draws you is so exhilarating. Thank you!
Just yesterday I was musing to someone about the missed joy of writing with a heavy pen with a luxuriant flow of ink that invite your thoughts to flow with it, especially in these days when I don’t use a pen at all. As I write this, I can see your banana plant friends nodding sagely, eyes
closed. I’d like to join you all for tea sometime.
Oh Priya, how I identify with this: "I bought new notebooks, with pretty, fabric covers, and smooth Gelly Roll pens (even the name makes me happy) in different colors" - just reading that made me smile✨🌟💖🙏
I've missed your writing and am grateful I get to read it again now.
This was beautifully written, Priya. The descriptions of your wonder and awe about the banana plants was so evocative. I wanted to run through them with you to feel that child like joy. Bravo! :)
This is the most gorgeous description of a banana farm, and the way you bring it into your writing life! I loved every word of this. It is how I feel about my garden full of blue forget-me-nots that are having their own lives out in my backyard and make the end of it look like an ocean. Don't you think it's funny, the way we were taught to write? When for so many of us all it is is picking up a pen, looking out the window, and opening to all there is? That's how I feel about it now, and the other way, full of heartache, and discipline, and betrayal seems more and more outmoded. Thanks for sharing your beautiful way of writing and being, Priya. I love this piece. It makes me want to come to your house and sit with you next to the farm.
Rebecca, thank you! I felt the joy in my body when I read about the forget-me-nots who have their own lives and "make the end of it look like an ocean" ✨ I wonder if the other way is a very rationalist sensibility, compared to seeing/experiencing something and feeling the words well up inside of you. Yes to a visit!
“To let myself be pulled towards what draws me, to open a notebook, to write, and to come home are all synonyms”….. This so resonates with me Priya. This permission to be allowed to be drawn towards anything is the most perfect gift one can give oneself - and that is a homecoming like no other.
Hi Nimmy, good to hear from you. A repeated homecoming is really my experience every time I sit down to write and letting yourself run towards what draws you is so exhilarating. Thank you!
Just yesterday I was musing to someone about the missed joy of writing with a heavy pen with a luxuriant flow of ink that invite your thoughts to flow with it, especially in these days when I don’t use a pen at all. As I write this, I can see your banana plant friends nodding sagely, eyes
closed. I’d like to join you all for tea sometime.
Hello, Divya, good to hear from you. Yes, they would nod sagely, and yes, do join us for tea!
Oh Priya, how I identify with this: "I bought new notebooks, with pretty, fabric covers, and smooth Gelly Roll pens (even the name makes me happy) in different colors" - just reading that made me smile✨🌟💖🙏
I've missed your writing and am grateful I get to read it again now.
Camilla, thank you for your kind words. I greatly appreciate your company!
This was beautifully written, Priya. The descriptions of your wonder and awe about the banana plants was so evocative. I wanted to run through them with you to feel that child like joy. Bravo! :)
Michael, thank you! Just looking at the trees made me so happy and I am thrilled that you felt it too!
I definitely felt it too! :)
This is the most gorgeous description of a banana farm, and the way you bring it into your writing life! I loved every word of this. It is how I feel about my garden full of blue forget-me-nots that are having their own lives out in my backyard and make the end of it look like an ocean. Don't you think it's funny, the way we were taught to write? When for so many of us all it is is picking up a pen, looking out the window, and opening to all there is? That's how I feel about it now, and the other way, full of heartache, and discipline, and betrayal seems more and more outmoded. Thanks for sharing your beautiful way of writing and being, Priya. I love this piece. It makes me want to come to your house and sit with you next to the farm.
Rebecca, thank you! I felt the joy in my body when I read about the forget-me-nots who have their own lives and "make the end of it look like an ocean" ✨ I wonder if the other way is a very rationalist sensibility, compared to seeing/experiencing something and feeling the words well up inside of you. Yes to a visit!