Those who don't spend time (days) online won't know the reality of stumbling across something that triggers a thought or spurs a viewpoint. Never before (despite years of devouring books and magazines) have I been so conscious of the thought-provoking quality of the web. I consume so much information with my daily checks: the blog, twitter, pinterest, instagram, facebook, not to mention old fashioned email and text.
Today I read a blog; one I don't ever recall choosing to follow but which I do...where the depth of feeling was so visceral it literally grabbed hold of me. The first paragraph alone, a feat of words. I am always so impressed when any writer can capture the human condition in what appears to be effortless prose. Where the words simply spill. I know another writer who does this and again, her blog posts so often have the ability to render me slightly breathless. I am respectful of people who can write - it is such a skill. I will always be a girl who studied books.
Anyway, back the visceral blog - it linked to the New York Times and an interview with the man who wrote and illustrated 'Where the Wild Things Are' published in 1963. I recall this children's book in the same way as I recall 1970's decor and the 'brownness' of everything that seemed to permeate my early years. What was it with the 1970's and decorating with brown?!
So I found myself, alone on a Monday afternoon, shedding tears at what was said in this interview with Maurice Sendak - he speaks of the topic I spend a disproportionate amount of time considering: making the best of life. The advice is this: live your life, live your life, live your life. Listen to it; it's heart-wrenching important advice.
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