What a revoltin’ development this is!
Your New Favorite Writer’s thrills and chills of the past week have shaken loose a flurry of new notions–things I must share with you or burst–yet those same impacts, centering on major surgery in my lower spine, have left me wounded on the field, writhing in pain, unable to lift the flimsiest quill to set forth any manifestos.
Woe is me! Woe unto all in my estate: Popping with ideas and lacking any train of thought, any line of persistent expression, across which to festoon them.
I am reduced to hunting and pecking, upward from below, on a cell phone to string a concatenation of letters, one by one, hoping they will arrange themselves into words, and the words into thoughts and sentences, and it will all mean something while I lie spraddled on an ice pack.
Is it time for my next pill? Yes, please.
Next week, Dear Reader.
Blessings,
Larry F. Sommers
Your New Favorite Writer
Blessings on your recovery. I haven’t had a surgery yet, but spent a couple of weeks in a hospital recovering from kidney and bladder failure. I did not have to deal with pain, but did realize my mortality, and grew a bit in empathy, I think, for those with seriously compromised assets and mobility. Jack Brown
Thank you, Jack. Yes, our creaturehood catches up with us. We realize we are souls who have bodies, not the other way around. The bodies are imperfect and finite, so it behooves us to cultivate our soul connection.