A lovely piece. A lovely peace.
These days it feels like I’m in another country. Landscapes fall away and I float above them. Nothing is fixed and yet I feel more stable.
Life’s problems abound, don’t get me wrong about that.
No one has waved a magic wand. Yet it is possible to feel both lighter and more substantial.
I have been writing now about my personal and professional journey as an autistic woman since March 2016.
The journey metaphor is unavoidable (is it not?) Such cliches adhere to the collective consciousness for a reason. Like barnacles on a boat – they’re not going anywhere. And they’re real.
The landscapes we carry within us are the other eternal and lasting image. Humans are we, all tasked with mediating our inner and outer geographies.
You might well know what I mean when I say I’ve crossed a border. And I have.
Cliche, after cliche would like to…
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