Write my Fire 2020
Write My Fire - 2020 At the crest of the CoViD-19 Pandemic, I was cross-examining my life. I found myself over-committed, burnt out and unhappy. My father-in-law had recently survived a brush with lymphoma. He shared with my husband and I his bucket list: to rent a boat and motor around for a few days. Such a simple wish, yet he needed cancer to reveal it. My response was “not I”. Bucket lists, I decided, are bullshit. They are commensurate to waiting until your deathbed, for fear of rejection, to confess your passion to the love of your life. You may win love requited, but with procrastination you lost your life together. The pandemic added many layers of loss. Early on I treated myself with wine and NetFlix. Entertaining but disturbing, our popular culture teems with post-apocalyptic movies. In each the apocalypse is different, but the aftermath is universal: we pick up the pieces, re-establish our priorities, and rebuild. The theme is healing. The difference betwee