Your voice is so direct and personal, I felt for you, lost and also anxious about that ‘cocoon’, your partial deafness, reminded me exactly how I had felt when I had a temporary problem with hearing. It is the season of mists. Thank you again.
Thanks for this evocative piece, Alison. Getting lost is sort of freedom in itself, and on my recent pilgrimage I did not slavishly follow maps or digital data. It added an extra dimension to the experience. And our paths as writers can benefit from similar disorentation, don't you think?
Your voice is so direct and personal, I felt for you, lost and also anxious about that ‘cocoon’, your partial deafness, reminded me exactly how I had felt when I had a temporary problem with hearing. It is the season of mists. Thank you again.
Thank you Jane - I really never thought much before about what it would be like to move about with limited hearing.
Thanks for this evocative piece, Alison. Getting lost is sort of freedom in itself, and on my recent pilgrimage I did not slavishly follow maps or digital data. It added an extra dimension to the experience. And our paths as writers can benefit from similar disorentation, don't you think?
Absolutely Wendy - it’s all about surrendering a bit of control sometimes, and edging round possible peril!