Your reflections are invitations to hold the sticky parts of our temporal existence. I am sadden by your sorrow—you loved your neighbor well enough to notice his losses. You touched his hunger. Isn’t that the point of living? Thanks for inspiring us to be better humans in the rat maze called life. xx
Wow. That is so real, and raw, and truthful. Thanks for being out there in the world somewhere, living your life, your truth, and dealing with all the messy complications that entails. I aspire to share in that magnificent adventure.
Dear Heather: Thank you so much for all this honesty. I'm about to enter the dark, to follow a whim, to clutch at survival, to avoid the eternal dusk. I hope you continue to share as I find my way out the other side. Bless you and yours.
Is the use of "straight white" here meant to have several layered meanings - racial, heterosexual identity and also a more literary metaphor? --- because I adore it, and relate so much to the scorn, and relate so much to the feeling like I've wasted many years hiding from my ambition
Your reflections are invitations to hold the sticky parts of our temporal existence. I am sadden by your sorrow—you loved your neighbor well enough to notice his losses. You touched his hunger. Isn’t that the point of living? Thanks for inspiring us to be better humans in the rat maze called life. xx
Wow. That is so real, and raw, and truthful. Thanks for being out there in the world somewhere, living your life, your truth, and dealing with all the messy complications that entails. I aspire to share in that magnificent adventure.
Dear Heather: Thank you so much for all this honesty. I'm about to enter the dark, to follow a whim, to clutch at survival, to avoid the eternal dusk. I hope you continue to share as I find my way out the other side. Bless you and yours.
Is the use of "straight white" here meant to have several layered meanings - racial, heterosexual identity and also a more literary metaphor? --- because I adore it, and relate so much to the scorn, and relate so much to the feeling like I've wasted many years hiding from my ambition
Dear Heather, I'm sorry for your loss. I so admire the beauty of your words and the beauty of your actions of letting your neighbor know he was seen.
This is the year of so many deaths; the death plague of 2020.