I often experience anxiety when I lose perspective on the relative importance of the narratives in my life. I am apt of inflate a minor narrative at the expense of a major one. Or I forget what tasks belong to which narratives.
I know I am speaking abstractly here, but heck, this is my blog, and sometimes abstractions are necessary for me to handle details. I like broad categories, universal stories, collective symbols. And, yes, I like metanarratives.
Little stories are sometimes very addictive. Like the story of the broad-leafed-boy and his river. It's a good story and I want to write it. But I forget the story of the amber-colored-girl with the baby in her arms and that what she needs is some movement.
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3 comments:
I like the diagram! Have you read The Little Prince lately?
Re: "Lucy's sister"
It's kind of funny considering Lucy's sister really does have a sister named Lucy. Did you think of that, Lucy? In any case, I'm quite flattered to be called your sister, and fine with the link. Maybe I'll start posting again.
I read *The Little Prince* for the third time about a year ago. I cried but was happy afterward.
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