It has been five weeks since the last newsletter, and in this time I have been full of notions. Notions about what it meant that there would soon be two hundred newsletters, notions about announcements and intentions and weather, and notions about myself in relation to all of it. In truth, it felt very much as though I needed to say something
“Still, while it's one thing to love words, she understands it’s quite another for words to love back.” Anne LaMott writes in “Bird by Bird” that the reader must like the narrator. I am aware of this when I’m writing but it’s always an elusive goal. I find myself shaping and re-shaping sentences in an effort to get the words to love the reader back. Perhaps if I used more longer, oh sounds, or softer consonants, or wrote in a slower tempo, like Lento in 6/8 time. But I always feel like I’m trying to make my writing. Be quiet when I do that. Like I’m telling it to shush. You on the other hand, I believe have captured that ability.
This week I find myself falling in love with your words, your work, your illustrations, your sharings and your thoughts. Thank you for stirring in me something I have forgotten and left unattended ;)
Ella, this all resonated with me so much, but especially this: “things simply don’t seem to happen before their time. One could argue, in fact, that everything is only and always on time.” Thank you as always for such a thoughtful missive, and so many congratulations to you for your 200th newsletter! 🍾✨
Thank you for these 200 newsletters, Ella. I'm always glad to see a new one in my inbox.
“Still, while it's one thing to love words, she understands it’s quite another for words to love back.” Anne LaMott writes in “Bird by Bird” that the reader must like the narrator. I am aware of this when I’m writing but it’s always an elusive goal. I find myself shaping and re-shaping sentences in an effort to get the words to love the reader back. Perhaps if I used more longer, oh sounds, or softer consonants, or wrote in a slower tempo, like Lento in 6/8 time. But I always feel like I’m trying to make my writing. Be quiet when I do that. Like I’m telling it to shush. You on the other hand, I believe have captured that ability.
Ella,
This week I find myself falling in love with your words, your work, your illustrations, your sharings and your thoughts. Thank you for stirring in me something I have forgotten and left unattended ;)
Ella, this all resonated with me so much, but especially this: “things simply don’t seem to happen before their time. One could argue, in fact, that everything is only and always on time.” Thank you as always for such a thoughtful missive, and so many congratulations to you for your 200th newsletter! 🍾✨