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September 11, 2020
Wow… Here we are. The
19th anniversary of one of the most tragic moments in our nation’s
history. On this day in 2001 I was
writing. Just as I’ve done for 26
years. Every thought before the towers
were turned into physical nightmares and each and every emotion that followed
not just on September 11th but every day, month and year that’s
followed. So many thoughts moving through
this system of choice. For 19 years this
day has been extremely heavy to carry. I
think about it weeks before the anniversary and after. While walking through the forest yesterday I
let my thoughts get away from me. I
reflected on the other horrific moments this generation has endured but to
concentrate on just us isn’t being fair to those that shaped us. Before Ronald Reagan my parents had JFK. My grandparents had to deal with bombs
dropped on Japan. So many thoughts
moving through this system of choice. On
this podcast episode I come clean about what it’s been like to be a daily
writer for 26 years. I ask, “What if I
hadn’t made that choice? Walking the way of the holder instead.” Writing frees the mind. It allows the everyday moments and challenges
to be nothing more than a whisper. The
writer is a warrior whereas the radio person is just another voice. The writer is a chance taker. The total view from the writing instrument
isn’t always understood. Which I love
because being a writer creates a path for readers and receivers to develop
their own interpretation. I’ve always
called it a blizzard white canvas. The
creative mind being given the opportunity to breathe. So many thoughts and I want to share them
all. Hmmm maybe not as a physical voice
but rather a writer. It’s an election
year. We’re in a pandemic and our streets
in America are a battleground. My father
was extremely stern when he’d warn us, “Mind your own business.” I didn’t become a reporter or journalist
because of structure and command. Our
way or hit the highway. To my left are
the extremely protective boxes that hold every word set free on this day 19
years ago. The shock. The fear, doubt and blinded journey of having
no idea as to what to expect next. Words
on a page. I posted on Facebook
yesterday that it’s truest reach and purpose is to do nothing more than give my
grandchildren’s children the experience.
Which might prove to be important during a time and age where it truly
feels like decision makers and national leaders are doing everything they can
to erase history. So many thoughts
moving through this system of choice.
How do you digest the existence of the present? A selfie stashed on your smartphone is just a
picture. Writing every day is the
photograph that comes with a thousand words.
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