On not drowning silently

I am very much in favour of using my own words to describe my own experiences; I have this belief, supportable or not, that the more widely a catchy phrase is adopted, the less meaning it comes to hold until it’s eventually just a mess of sounds unrelated to anything recognizable. Some such commonplaces (e.g.,…

What you really love

I am one of those people who would like to quote 13th-century Persian mystic Rumi at you in times of trouble, woe, and general discombobulation—but I refrain. I refrain because I don’t want to seem like a crazy person flimsily disguised as a smugly spiritual person. I may sometimes be smug, but I would never…