I wish I could be one of them but I'm resigned to being a mere wannabe.
It takes a capacity for recognizing and expressing personal truth for, without it, it's near impossible to illuminate the truths of us all under the spotlight of words on a page.
There are a few folk in my blogroll who are masters at it - who consistently hold the mirror up... who, by allowing us a glimpse over their shoulders into their lives, give us deeper perspective into our own.
Today I read a post from another master that brought tears to my eyes. If you aren't reading Waiterrant, you should be. An excerpt:
Every restaurant has at least one customer fitting this description. Maybe it's an old widower who sits at the same table and orders the same thing every week. Maybe it's the uptight Yuppie guy hiding behind a book or the daytime spinster drowning nightly dreams of Mr. Right under a sea of Cosmopolitans. I can tell this old man isn't coming here just for Zuppa di Pesce. He's trying to satisfy a hunger no amount of food will sate.
