I took a long break from writing after the sudden death of my dear friend, storyteller Bryan Tomasetti.
For a long time, the process of finding meaning through everyday events was just beside the point. There were no everyday events. Everything was extra-ordinary. Everything was different. And it still is.
I couldn’t find words that stood up to the loss. The words that came just rattled around in my head, or formed a drumbeat too elemental to be strung together into sentences.
A season has passed, and I’ve started writing again. The Autumn Equinox, when hours of light and hours of dark balance evenly, and during these Days of Awe, when the sum of our actions and being hang in the balance, seems an appropriate time to begin anew.
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