My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Starting With Self
Relationships progress from the inside outward, beginning with oneself and if that is not a favorable relationship none other can be as satisfying as it might be. However, this intimacy with self seems so often overlooked, or it is minimized under the pretense that introspection is more morbid than beneficial.
Labels:
intimacy,
reflection,
relationships
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