Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Tonight is my writing group.  I've noticed more and more we are all writing non-fiction.  We are telling our stories, not making up tales.  Over the many years, there has been a subtle change.  I know I was working on a novel when we began, and others were creating children's stories, fictionalized experiences and the like.  Now that we've aged, we wish to be more transparent, perhaps.  We are compelled to tell our own story before it is lost.  And our kids, though they love us, are not really interested right now in our pasts or thoughts or ideas.  They are busy with young children, demanding work and complex relationships that are difficult to maneuver.  We've been there.  We understand.  Whereas we have the luxury of reflecting on our lives and experiences we'd like to share.  And our kids and grandkids won't always be this busy, but we may not be there to answer their curiosity later.  My own parents died young and suddenly.  I thought I had all the time in the world to find out more.  I didn't.  For now we're sharing with each other, in a safe and supportive environment, and later, well, maybe others will be interested in who we were.