Hello.
I’ve been unable to write this month’s newsletter. I keep trying to capture what this month was like, but its immensity overwhelms. This month, in time, was bigger on the inside. So much is happening, in my life, inside, outside, I don’t know where to begin. Or, even, should I?
I’m a big proponent for telling people to write. But I feel like I’ve reached a place where not writing might be a better way to go about it. Not because I’m lazy or procrastinating (though, to be fully honest, there is a tinge of that), no, but because I’m waiting. Waiting for the words to arrive.
I read this superb essay by Arundhati Subramaniam a few weeks back on learning how to wait. I guess, this is one of those months. I’m writing — the work never stops. But I’m also waiting. Churning. Blooming. And today, I’ll give you just that.
Writing is a disruption, a pause in life, frozen time encased in wordicles. But this month, I have no desire to encase life. Only feel.
Stop. Think. Feel. Life is happening. Every second of every moment. Be.
Until next month, where I hope the words arrive,
Akshay
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