I can’t help but wonder if your interactions with the diversity of the people you meet, and their stories, will ultimately result in deep changes within yourself and the beliefs to which you define yourself today, or yesterday?
Ahhhh,……. and what greater gift could you possibly give a fellow passenger on this particular part of our traveling blue marble.
Than to be heard? Someone who will listen to their story.
The changes are constant and ongoing; it is one of the greatest gifts of getting to do the work I do. I hold beliefs, but I don’t define myself by them; I never have, and I’d be a fool to do so. That kind of defining locks us in place, and rules out any hope or possibility of change.
Marya- your writing is so raw and elegant all at once. I hope that some of your storytellers hear you read this, because they will know that they were heard.
Beautiful, Marya, so moving. Stark-you in the black of night, key light, reading keywords, like a list poem.
With it, you have answered my question: does video recording elevate a reading by hearing words by the author, witnessing her seriousness or lightness or shadow?
I read your piece last night Marya, and listened to it this morning. I find it hard to match, to make a worthy comment. My observations: last night, of the burden that you must surely carry away with you. This morning? That this speaks more truth of country and people than the headlines. That nothing is simple. Of the power that writing can have.
I can’t help but wonder if your interactions with the diversity of the people you meet, and their stories, will ultimately result in deep changes within yourself and the beliefs to which you define yourself today, or yesterday?
Ahhhh,……. and what greater gift could you possibly give a fellow passenger on this particular part of our traveling blue marble.
Than to be heard? Someone who will listen to their story.
The changes are constant and ongoing; it is one of the greatest gifts of getting to do the work I do. I hold beliefs, but I don’t define myself by them; I never have, and I’d be a fool to do so. That kind of defining locks us in place, and rules out any hope or possibility of change.
I knew there was something I liked about you!😉
I mean besides those 4” gold stilettos gathering dust!
😉🤣
Marya- your writing is so raw and elegant all at once. I hope that some of your storytellers hear you read this, because they will know that they were heard.
Yes, I thought that too when reading this last night, and that they would know the care-full heart that had taken on a share of their lives.
Beautiful, Marya, so moving. Stark-you in the black of night, key light, reading keywords, like a list poem.
With it, you have answered my question: does video recording elevate a reading by hearing words by the author, witnessing her seriousness or lightness or shadow?
Thank you for showing me--us--this.
Reading this was stunning but hearing it was even more deeply effecting.
A great picture of intense observation put into powerful words!
Ahhhhh. You reading, and the crickets.❤️
You're right, the voiceover really elevates. I loved the original piece, but this is even better!
Beautiful- moving. I love hearing your voice
I read your piece last night Marya, and listened to it this morning. I find it hard to match, to make a worthy comment. My observations: last night, of the burden that you must surely carry away with you. This morning? That this speaks more truth of country and people than the headlines. That nothing is simple. Of the power that writing can have.
And that cats always have their say.
Deep………..
Unsettling,……….
As if Maxwell Parish painted with words on a mind canvass.
And I lay snuggled in the bosom of a long gone but familiar lover.
Beautiful. I love this rendition so much. The crickets are perfect for it.