Writing

June 25, 2012

When things become difficult and the ease of living is clearly out of one's control, what does one do?  I believe one turns their focus to something one can control entirely. I see with with dogs. When a shift happens in someone's life and relationships with those that are closest are broken, strained, or changes remarkably, some of us get a dog.  This dog seems to replace that lost relationship or relationships and becomes something utterly blissful and resplendent to the new owner. To the looker-on the owner's countenance and demeanor is transformed to reflect this new, perfect relationship.  Other relationships and endeavors seem to fade to the background as this new dog is embraced. It is a beautiful and yet unsettling thing to see. The dog owner seems so different and yet they have survived and become...happy.

When things become difficult for me, and out of my control, what do I do?  There is no dog.  For me there is this, writing. Writing is my companion, the thing that I can control entirely. But writing is not like a dog, at least not for me.  It does not demand all of my attention. It is not something that I can entirely nurture although I believe in a way it does nurture me. Other relationships and endeavors do not fade with but are unconsciously dragged into my net of words.  I have survived and become, well, not happy but transformed.