a glimpse of my authentic life
With chaos in the world, and lately in my life, I began to feel that I’d lost the poet in me, the lover of Beauty and Truth. My last two posts contained too much complaining, too much exposition on the ongoing dramas of day to day challenges. They were, indeed, a glimpse of my authentic life, but not necessarily the best of my authentic Self.
Decades ago I entered a competition in which I had to write a 150 word description of myself as if I were the protagonist in a novel. I was one of the winners. Here’s what it said:
She saw herself as the heroine of her own literary affairs du coeurs. She’d had three husbands, an inter-dimensional relationship with a famous Russian, a liaison with a younger…
It’s been a long time since I’ve had anyone to watch and talk about films with. Decades ago, I hosted a Cinéma Soirée group one Sunday a month, where about six or seven of my women friends got together chez moi to watch a film and share a sumptuous pot luck afterwards. I would choose the film, prepare interesting info about the actors or director…