Friday, December 03, 2010

Moment

Prompt: Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).

On my second day of doing this, I discover that what writing prompts prompt in me is surly irritation. What do you mean, a moment in which I felt most alive? That’s the sort of question that just bugs the crap out of me. This year was flat, flat like a slashed tire. The moments I remember I remember not because I felt most alive, whatever the hell that means, but because I was nettled by creeping anxiety and dread. Creeping anxiety feels like mud dripping down your back– there’s no sense of aliveness in that.

3 comments:

  1. yeah, dripping mud - or really in my case like the monsoons in AZ, the high wind would kick up sand and the rain would turn it to mud - so slinging mud, slamming mud, howling mud, and dripping mud.

    most alive? any hint of being alive was always an illusion under the pressure of intense muddy crap.

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  2. although I did from time to time have a chuckle or two reading your blog - stories about the Brittish television soaps...some sweet stuff about your kids....

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  3. I know exactly what you mean about anxiety--when I'm in the throes of it, nothing seems to have meaning.

    Please always remember that you are not alone--there are people who are there for you and who know how it feels...I wish you much happiness in 2011! :)

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