I needed to read this part today: "It reminds me that I can become anything I’d like. It reminds me that humans are impossibly fluid. We can make and remake and evolve and shift and change and become and through it all, we see bits and pieces of ourselves, old and new, reflected in the eyes of people we’ve never even met."
Also, when you set this scene: "Around us, the restaurant is filling up fast. Background noise begins to rise like the tide: the clatter of forks and plates, high-pitched peals of laughter, crushed ice vigorously shaken in a cocktail shaker. Servers weave in and out of the crowd, carrying glasses of wine, baskets of focaccia, platters of pappardelle. Frank Sinatra floats from the speakers."
Loved this piece, Grace. There’s so much of my own beliefs in there, from observing people in public places to the “fluidity” of who we are (things I “attempted” to put into words before). Your writing, as always, is exceptional. And “Behind me, someone quickly takes my seat” is such a beautiful ending. And this thinking routine repeats for someone else. Not necessarily someone who’ll write about it. Or write about it so eloquently and emotionally.
Silvio, thank you friend. That was the exact feeling I was hoping to evoke -- that this weird, infectious energy of strangers would pass through us like an electric current. I'm so glad you liked it. :)
It's tragic when we forget how "impossibly fluid" we are, with the capacity to take new seats and give up even our cherished seats in service to the next character and the unfolding of the human story. Your article so well conveys the mood of letting go of our identifications to better enjoy the show we're a part of.
I needed to read this part today: "It reminds me that I can become anything I’d like. It reminds me that humans are impossibly fluid. We can make and remake and evolve and shift and change and become and through it all, we see bits and pieces of ourselves, old and new, reflected in the eyes of people we’ve never even met."
Also, when you set this scene: "Around us, the restaurant is filling up fast. Background noise begins to rise like the tide: the clatter of forks and plates, high-pitched peals of laughter, crushed ice vigorously shaken in a cocktail shaker. Servers weave in and out of the crowd, carrying glasses of wine, baskets of focaccia, platters of pappardelle. Frank Sinatra floats from the speakers."
*Chef's kiss*
Lovely piece!
Thank you Camilo! Truly means the world.
Beautiful, G. “Sonder” is the word that comes to mind when I read your piece. You evoke the feeling so eloquently
Thank you Rachael! And dude, you nailed it - sonder for the win.
Loved this piece, Grace. There’s so much of my own beliefs in there, from observing people in public places to the “fluidity” of who we are (things I “attempted” to put into words before). Your writing, as always, is exceptional. And “Behind me, someone quickly takes my seat” is such a beautiful ending. And this thinking routine repeats for someone else. Not necessarily someone who’ll write about it. Or write about it so eloquently and emotionally.
Silvio, thank you friend. That was the exact feeling I was hoping to evoke -- that this weird, infectious energy of strangers would pass through us like an electric current. I'm so glad you liked it. :)
this is so so beautiful ❤️
Thank you Lola!
It's tragic when we forget how "impossibly fluid" we are, with the capacity to take new seats and give up even our cherished seats in service to the next character and the unfolding of the human story. Your article so well conveys the mood of letting go of our identifications to better enjoy the show we're a part of.
You always have such wise insight, Rick. Your comments are a treasure. I'm so glad you liked the piece.
This is a beautiful piece Grace. Felt like I was sitting in the restaurant and watching the scene unfold through your eyes. Super cool.
Alex, thank you so much!! 😄