This painting by Leonardo Da Vinci reflects my pensive mood. Yesterday, in the process of leaping from one dying laptop to a new one I lost a file containing two years + accumulation of various creative writing projects. Back it up we all say, but sometimes we don't and I didn't. Thanks to the help of some online friends and one closer to home I am in the process of retrieving what can be salvaged. This mishap has given me new insight as to what matters to me in my life. Another person suggested that if the work is permanently lost that somehow, these "thoughts, feelings or intuitions" that I needed to communicate will reemerge in another form. I may have to live with that. If anyone reading this has been through a similar process I would be interested in hearing how they coped with it on a spiritual, philosophical level. There are times in our life where we have to move forward, no matter how difficult it feels.
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Tragic, when will you know if files are retrievable?
tomorrow
Have you made a list of what you thought might be lost? Could you revisit some of those places as another person outside of the querist?
I know what it is like. I lost everything when I was homeless 3 years ago. At first I felt the loss and then when I got a home again I found that I had not truely lost it. It was there in me just not on paper. I found it liberating in the sense that my boundries were now loosened and I created even better expressions from where I am. I still miss not having my snapshots of my past to look at but I starting to think that it had a purpose. It cleaned out my attic and made room for new things.
Peter's comment above makes so much sense to me.
Peter, I have great respect for your insight and courage. Thank you for sharing your experience with me and the others who read this blog. I am certain that many people will benefit from this conversation.
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