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.
I can’t sing worth a darn either, but Richard doesn’t seem to mind even though his singing voice is good.
Watching someone go through treatment can be like seeing courage spelled out in huge, tall letters. You, I’m sure, are a gift to them too.
hi kelly,
i’m just getting back from a few days away and i wanted to pop over and thank you for visiting my little corner of the world and taking the time to leave such a kind comment.
i love this post and your SPC…i look forward to going back and reading through some of your previous posts…as well as all your future ones!
i’d still love to add your blog and etsy to my sidebar…let me know what you think,
kcrilly@gmail.com
🙂
kirsten
hi kelly,
i’m just getting back from a few days away and i wanted to pop over and thank you for visiting my little corner of the world and taking the time to leave such a kind comment.
i love this post and your SPC…i look forward to going back and reading through some of your previous posts…as well as all your future ones!
i’d still love to add your blog and etsy to my sidebar…let me know what you think,
kcrilly@gmail.com
🙂
kirsten
i am so thankful for the pieces of truth that you share here…and am so blessed to call you my friend.
love this photo – gorgeous!
Kelly! My husband says the EXACT same thing when I sing… hahaha
Gotta love them… (I do!)
Kelly, I worked on a crisis line for 8 1/2 years. Being privvy to someone’s most personal and vulnerable moments touches the sacred place in you if you have a soft and compassionate heart.
I love mixed tapes (and now cds) too and I agree, you can learn alot about a person by their music.
I just wanted to tell you I enjoy reading your blog. Good luck with you book.
🙂