As some of you might now, my time here in L’Arche has already brought up some rather large questions about what I am doing here, doing in my post-graduate life. I’m not quite sure what I am doing, to be honest, but I did leave, in part, to have, as Claire Keegan puts it, ‘the solitude that makes her mind calm down and her memory resurface,’ so as to prepare a portfolio for application to a masters program in creative writing.
(Last year, an Irishman in Cork laughed at my use of the term, ‘creative writing,’ for he said, ‘sure, ain’t it all creative?’ Fair point.)
I suppose the solitude is working–I am writing quite a bit, or at the very least, am existing longer in the place from which I write. That mental place might perhaps be more important than actual production, at this early point.
This song really says more what I am thinking about, hoping for, wondering where the healing begins, comes from. Excuse the corny photography in the video, but the sound is pretty good for YouTube.
