It’s nice to have a craft, something that draws you in completely, that you can keep going back to every day. One which is there for you without fail. One which you can immerse yourself in, more than you could ever in another person. As wide as nature, as deep as the hidden depths of the sea; depths you can plumb and always be surprised by what you come up with.
A craft that you continue to hone, and watch with quiet satisfaction as you get better at it. As what you write, impacts the you inside, making you more sensitive to the outside.
A craft that you can use to search for answers. About yourself, on relationships, on what men and women do what they do to each other and to the world around them.
A craft that doesn’t expect anything of you; that expects everything of you.
That makes you selfish, self-absorbed, inward looking yet more appreciative to the cycle of life.
Where would I be without this craft. Lost, rudderless, fixated on the outside, on the pursuit of something elusive that actually lives inside.