Musings & Meditations – May 29 2022

As a patient, you are constantly asked to investigate the body, to report on yourself, and to narrate your findings: How are you feeling? What is your pain on a scale of one to ten? Any new symptoms? Do you feel ready to go home? I understood now why so many writers and artists, while in the thick of illness, became memoirists. It provided a sense of control, a way to reshape your circumstances on your own terms, in your own words. “That is what literature offers–a language powerful enough to say how it is,” Jeanette Winterson wrote. “It isn’t a hiding place. It is a finding place.”

– Suleika Jaouad, Between Two Kingdoms
[Image Description: red bottle bush flower stem hanging down, backlit with green bushes in the background.]
[Image Description: red bottle bush flower stem hanging down, backlit with green bushes in the background.]


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