Lately I’m finding that although much of each day is presumably filled up with or absorbed by thinking, I often find myself unsure of what exactly it is I’m thinking about. Unsure, even, of whether or not I actually am thinking. There is an apparently large difference, for me, between thinking and noticing, and of course there are both conscious and unconscious ways of a person doing both these things. I notice myself noticing much more than I notice myself thinking, but I must assume that’s simply because of the inherent nature of noticing.
Ella!! what a surprise to see my name in that short parenthesis. love your letters always <3
Thank you Alina—I love your tender letters also!
As always, thank you for your words. <3
Thank you, so kindly always.
I sure love the way you write, and am glad I found your newsletter. Thank you!
So glad Andy, thank you.