I missed my writing day on Sunday, and rather than accept that fact and post a re-run, in true Mercury retrograde fashion, I scrambled: attempting to write in the stolen, in-between moments of the busiest week of busy season, scribbling on the backs of envelopes and napkins (metaphorically speaking); hunching over a tablet on a 30-minute train ride to Chestnut Hill to pick up some stocking stuffers at the co-op, over lunch at my desk eating sesame cucumber salad out of a twee metal tin, on the 32 bus to the Art Museum for a white elephant gift for the office holiday party, on the kitchen counter while the pasta water boils.
And yet another wonderful and creative peace/piece. I was moved by every thought and phrase. And surprised, that I was in your story, and honored that you called me your mentor. Your writing is exquisite and you are such a humble writer. You inspire me! Your writing is so generous; you bring us into your world and share honestly the experience of being human. Again I will remind you that you are so courageous and you are clearly on a road to knowing yourself deeply. I want to stay with you on this road…
And yet another wonderful and creative peace/piece. I was moved by every thought and phrase. And surprised, that I was in your story, and honored that you called me your mentor. Your writing is exquisite and you are such a humble writer. You inspire me! Your writing is so generous; you bring us into your world and share honestly the experience of being human. Again I will remind you that you are so courageous and you are clearly on a road to knowing yourself deeply. I want to stay with you on this road…
Diane, you are a light in my life. I’m so grateful for you. Happy solstice.