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So I’ve started the shift to earlier posts, and you may have noticed that I’m also shifting away from “business” news to more personal stuff. I think that’ll ebb and flow depending on what’s going on in any given day for the time being, but will remain at least somewhat mixed even as time goes on and I (hopefully) have more business to report. I don’t want to use this as a journal, per se, but I do feel that any writing is good practice, and sometimes I can’t get out of my head enough to write beyond it.

Last night I did some reading. I started and finished two books, and thought I’d share one bit of each with you. I’d read them both before, and revisited them for different reasons.

A couple of years ago when I was in the aftermath of a very nasty breakup, a dear friend gave me a copy of How to Survive the Loss of a Love. I’ve never been much on self-help books, but given the state I was in (I was pretty much a zombie), I wasn’t about to argue when she insisted I take it. I picked it up yesterday almost involuntarily – I didn’t expect to find much that resonated with the challenges in my life right now, but I was surprised at how deeply it affected me. It’s quite simple, which really is precisely what someone who has experienced a loss needs. This poem stood out to me:


is the most


force of the universe.

the memory of loving,

the most


What I find interesting now that I’m looking at the passage I selected from the second book I read last night is that they are almost in direct opposition. From Anastasia Krupnik, the first book in a Lois Lowry series I loved as a young girl, I chuckled ruefully at this:

“What does a broken heart feel like when you’re a grownup?”

“Stomachache. Lasts about six months. If you’re a poet, you get some good poetry out of a broken heart, though.”

I don’t know that I agree with one more than the other.

Now, I shall curl up with the next book in the Anastasia series, and cuddle my cats, and pile my stuffed animals around me, and create a comfy little cocoon of awesome. I hope you do something that feels every bit as lovely.



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