Thank you, Paul. I loved your sentence « Fiction is supposed to be a dream » for I never saw it that way and yet it makes so much sense. Dreams are illusions hiding pieces of truth to help us cope with them, little by little, dream after dream, the unconscious theatre as would have said Freud. So, yes, creativity, especially writing, leaves us off guards, letting our unconscious take the lead and showing us raw parts of ourselves in ways we hadn’t thought of before, some universal pieces of truth that resonate with others. That’s indeed the magic of it, when we let go, our truth reveals itself. Lots of love.
This is my favorite part, honestly... what you just did... You shared what you found in what I wrote, but didn't write, and yet it's still there, in plain view, nonetheless.
Yes! Oh my gosh, I feel like sharing my fiction is so much harder than sharing my essays. Because I least when I write an essay, I’m sharing some of my depth with intention. But when it comes out in my fiction — in ways I never intended — the thought of anyone reading makes me red in the face.
Thank you, Paul. I loved your sentence « Fiction is supposed to be a dream » for I never saw it that way and yet it makes so much sense. Dreams are illusions hiding pieces of truth to help us cope with them, little by little, dream after dream, the unconscious theatre as would have said Freud. So, yes, creativity, especially writing, leaves us off guards, letting our unconscious take the lead and showing us raw parts of ourselves in ways we hadn’t thought of before, some universal pieces of truth that resonate with others. That’s indeed the magic of it, when we let go, our truth reveals itself. Lots of love.
Thank you, Geraldine ❤️
This is my favorite part, honestly... what you just did... You shared what you found in what I wrote, but didn't write, and yet it's still there, in plain view, nonetheless.
That, to me, is magic 💫
Not my magic... but Our magic.
Thank you for making magic with me.🙏
That was beautiful to experience. ☺️
Yes! Oh my gosh, I feel like sharing my fiction is so much harder than sharing my essays. Because I least when I write an essay, I’m sharing some of my depth with intention. But when it comes out in my fiction — in ways I never intended — the thought of anyone reading makes me red in the face.
I love that visual ❤️🙏🏼
Hey…you’re pretty good with words
Ya oughta be a writer ☺️
… Anyone ever tell you that?
When the mask slips and we reveal a secret. I know what you mean. It has a mind of its own. Our creativity takes on a journey by itself.
…a certain kind of “rough magic,” isn’t it Rea? 😉
Thank you for reading ☺️
Exactly Paul. 😊