This weekend I was in London: three nights, three exceedingly dry, hot days, twelve and a half hours sitting down across four different trains. While there I scribbled furiously, furious thoughts in a small lime-yellow notebook, namely trying to analyse what it meant to temporarily move my body from a quiet Scottish river valley to a capital city during the middle of the month of June.
I wanted to stop and thank you for your work. I have been a reader lurking in the background for years. In every one of your offerings there is always some little gem that reverberates. I loved your talk of “strangeness”. As someone who’s had be exceedingly careful to avoid Covid, I’m now seeing more people and finding myself awash in strangeness. Everyone else seems to know how to smile and converse and carry on while I am trapped in an underwater bubble. So, thank you. Your strangeness makes mine fell less, well, strange.
Cathy, thank you for this tender and kindly note—I'm not sure if these types of strangeness will or should ease, as I think they can sometimes give us important information, but regardless I hope that an increasing easeful-ness settles for you. I'm incredibly fortunate to have such thoughtful people reading these.
I have often wondered about how birds choose their landing spot on the trees too ;D It’s so funny reading that same thought in your writing this week. Thank you as usual for sharing your seconds and minutes in between the hours.
I wanted to stop and thank you for your work. I have been a reader lurking in the background for years. In every one of your offerings there is always some little gem that reverberates. I loved your talk of “strangeness”. As someone who’s had be exceedingly careful to avoid Covid, I’m now seeing more people and finding myself awash in strangeness. Everyone else seems to know how to smile and converse and carry on while I am trapped in an underwater bubble. So, thank you. Your strangeness makes mine fell less, well, strange.
Cathy, thank you for this tender and kindly note—I'm not sure if these types of strangeness will or should ease, as I think they can sometimes give us important information, but regardless I hope that an increasing easeful-ness settles for you. I'm incredibly fortunate to have such thoughtful people reading these.
Yours is now my favorite newsletter.
This! Makes! Me! So! Happy!
I have often wondered about how birds choose their landing spot on the trees too ;D It’s so funny reading that same thought in your writing this week. Thank you as usual for sharing your seconds and minutes in between the hours.
I'm inordinately glad that others wonder about this too.