You’ve lived an amazing life. It’s far from over, that’s for sure. I see how you live in the present, making the most of your position to help others and lead by example. The truth is, someone as busy as you, with so many looking to you for inspiration, may not have the time and energy to sit down yourself and channel the inspiration onto the page. The story is alive in you, regardless.
The light you carry within is something this world can benefit from. Most people will say it’s a dark time, and leaders are corrupt, the world is not as good and simple as it was once. It is through the voices of inspirational and aspirational figures that a person feeling lost may be warmed to the idea of living in the light.

Writing is light. I don’t see this idea expressed often. I see instead the concept that writing is either good or bad. In the time of artificial intelligence, writing does not even get to go through its middle stage, where it languishes unfinished and rough. No. The machines do this murky part for us, taking out the very essence of writing’s magic and mystery. For it is in the revision process that the writer learns what it is they are truly saying, what it is that spirit is trying to profess through them.
Your life is admirable. The kind of person you’ve spent years nurturing, going through the hardships, the uncertainties, the grieving, the elation, this is the person who aches to be expressed on the page.

Given the growing distance between human beings and the organic generation of story, it is no surprise that people come looking for my services. I want to bring forth the best in you, let it crystallize into sentences, let it solidify into paragraphs, let it breakdown again under the groundswell of internal re-ordering, which leaves a mark of total human vulnerability where it matters most- in the reflection of your life well-lived, in the story we generate together.
I can hold you through the mess of making meaning out of memory. You’ve lived that big scary life. Now take the plunge onto the page.

All images from the US National Archives by David Falconer, 1973

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