New Leaf Journal
Starting Over as a Wild Man
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Nine-Month Return to the Old Neighborhood
Am I being punished for my arrogance?
Somehow I like that thought.
However, it could also be an excuse to slip back into the old neighborhood.
Yet since I turned 80, I have been besieged by a catalogue of miseries, or at least annoyances—all, I believe, created in my own imagination. But nevertheless, they are “imagined,” they are all happening, or at least I am making them come true. I am brining my artistic creations into being, into fruition, even though all of them are a bunch of miseries.
Can I be thankful that my artistic brain creates such miseries “in order to protect me from greater fears” as s Sarno would explain?
I don’t know. Read More →