Working on Chapter 15 now, about my time in Cuba.
It was an unexpectedly dense and heavy experience, quite a lot to process, so it’s taking a little longer to fathom how best to share this phase of the story. I want to tell it how it was without sugar coating, and get a balance between the rough and uplifting sides of challenge.
Even though there are several threads that run through all 7 parts of the story, each chapter has quite a different feel and vibe to it. Which makes the process of writing it, and reliving the various scenes, more interesting and enjoyable than I anticipated.
As much as I am entertained and educated from reliving the story, I’m quite glad I’m not experiencing it now. It felt pretty intense at the time, and I’m feeling it all over again now. Although hiding out in Cornwall since last July has felt completely right, I have been surprised at how long I’ve been here. Reflecting on the activity of the first year or so of the experiment I now see why.
A friend just referred to this current phase as ‘still ripples on the lake’. This is totally in synch - the last couple of chapters having read like a series of waves. The analogy of water being highly appropriate since the focus of this philosophy and experiment is on how life is experienced, experience being largely emotional, and much of the time having been spent on water.
So… a series of waves it is. I’m just hoping my readers don’t get seasick…