a tender-hearted conversation with john. it makes me think of this delicate song called “somebody loved” which is one of my all-time favorites songs to sing outloud while i pretend that i can actually sing (i cannot). often when i’m singing, john will say “who sings that song?” and i’ll say “the weepies” and he’ll say (in good fun), “let’s keep it that way!”
a walk through the tears, big and small, happy and hard.
extreme thankfulness while working with cancer patients this week…both for my (and my family’s) health and for what i learn from their stories of strength. never before have i been so affected by my social work job than this past year, but i suppose it’s been a long time since my own vulnerabilities have taken up so much emotional space. i am deeply indebted to these experiences, of listening to their stories, of being reminded of what real strength looks like, and of being witness to what will likely be one of their hardest journeys in life. it’s very difficult yet beautiful all at once.
long, late nite conversations with liz. i love that she and i have one another as we constantly process the details of our creative endeavors together.
a wonderful package of words, jewelry, and music from stephanie. i love the unfolding of friendships, the beginnings, the part where you exchange music and stories about yourself. it reminds me of highschool/college when i was constantly making mix tapes for friends. it was, and still is, a way to learn each other, and share in the connections that are being born from common interests. i love this stuff.
long, conversational emails with my editor. i am getting completely beside myself with giddy excitement.
all the lists i’m keeping lately. they are little bits of comforts and sanity in a life unraveling. unraveling as in spilling. spilling as in loving. loving as in living.