I.

I'm currently reading the unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath... I find myself overwhelmed by a beauteous resonance. An understanding that is too often an elusive entity… And here is it, unbeknownst of time and existence, sending its lovely tendrils of language to me, now breathing and creating and despairing in the 21st century. Feeling, as undoubtably numerous other beings before me have and as numerous beings after me will, as though I have, at last, unearthed a kindred spirit, someone who understands the lunar phases of my hitherto seemingly indecipherable mind and heart (to others, I should add). Another strange girl who has found a strange solace in the words of Plath.

I am nothing special. Sylvia felt the same. A multiplicity of beings will foster this beautiful form of scribal recognition in their own hearts, now and for a millennia from now. Unspecial beings. How interesting that we can be both special and unspecial. Every soul resembles some sort of flower. Certain ones will blossom in similar ways and yet retain a uniqueness and a specialness, simply for existing when we do, cottages containing a menagerie of their own curious concoction of epigenetics and twisting neural paths. This analogy makes me envision witches, churning the contents of their cauldrons, bellies of midnight, with giant wooden spoons. The hand of existence resembles those witches, churning, churning, churning, transforming each of us into a curious creation, made up of a coincidental fusion of tangible and incorporeal things, of stardust remnants and ancestral flesh. I truly love that Sylvia is so fond of incorporating such a multidisciplinary perspective on existence into her prose. Such things are close to my heart. Naturally, as I pursue a degree in psychology…

I have so missed writing. Virtual expressions are not nearly the same as applying the black stem of a pen to paper, but it will do in the interim… So, here I am, contributing my soft and inconsequential murmurings to the virtual void, to be read by no one.

Sincerely,
S.