October, a list: At this time of year, if I’m not wearing my glasses, I cannot always tell if the movements across the trees are birds, or dead leaves—when it is windy those two things can look eerily, beautifully similar You said ‘I guess this is what missing someone feels like’, which for me is like having a pincushion for a heart
Every newsletter feels like a tiny gift in my inbox. This perfect peaceful thoughtful moment. I feel my breathing slow, my heartbeat calm, and my brain expand for the time it takes to read through and then soak in your words.
Your writing is beautiful, as always. I need to remember that I cannot go any faster than I can go, and your words are a gentle reminder to be kind to myself. I love the bit about fall leaves and birds looking “eerily, beautifully similar”. Thank you.
Every newsletter feels like a tiny gift in my inbox. This perfect peaceful thoughtful moment. I feel my breathing slow, my heartbeat calm, and my brain expand for the time it takes to read through and then soak in your words.
Your writing is beautiful, as always. I need to remember that I cannot go any faster than I can go, and your words are a gentle reminder to be kind to myself. I love the bit about fall leaves and birds looking “eerily, beautifully similar”. Thank you.
I love this issue. Your ideas and writing are compelling. I look forward to reading you in Orion.