Comments on: Compass Shmompass

By: Under wild bangs, under every rock at Writing Roads

Under wild bangs, under every rock at Writing Roads — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 14:49:16 +0000

[...] few weeks ago, I wrote a post about not being able to locate myself geographically. It was in response to a lot of things figuratively, but to my experience spending time in New York [...]

By: Paula

Paula — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 05:42:07 +0000

Beautifully said, as always! I love your perspective; you give me inspiration to write, and write, and write… I really long for the permission to just disregard all time/space constraints…which is probably why I’m late to nearly everything! I can imagine how freeing it is to just give that all up! Good for you!

By: Julie Roads

Julie Roads — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 00:08:02 +0000

Ed! I do the same thing! I have to say the directions back to the person in order to make sure they actually entered my brain and didn’t just sound like Charlie Brown’s teacher…

By: Ed

Ed — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 22:20:20 +0000

As one who is directionally impaired (I have been my whole life) I found my gut getting tight as I read your post. That feeling of “knowing” where I am is so dependent upon those internal directions. If they change, or if the darkness covers them, or if I can’t remember them, the sense of being “lost” settles in and my panic button glows brightly. Like you, I’m not afraid to ask for directions. but I’m also one of those who can ask, can hear, and then can immediately forget what the director has said. It’s hopeless!

By: Jason

Jason — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 16:09:34 +0000

Um… the sun, shadows… all good things when it’s sunny out. If not, UR BB has Google Maps on it right? :)