Made of mountains and our own ingenuity, the jar is a symbol of what is and what’s possible
I’m on a plane, a thousand or so miles away from home. But on my mind is an unassuming jar, vintage, blue glass, gifted to me by a friend in exchange for a jar of hot sauce long since consumed.
On this flight, I’ve been watching the in-flight entertainment, namely Amy Tan’s masterclass on writing, allowing myself to be pulled through thought exercises and her experiences as I consider how to deepen my own writing practice.
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