I just had to write and say that your essay hit me right at a time when I needed this type of reflection.
The way you shared those memories of the muddy, messy, beautiful day with your dad, the heartbreak of seeing it all changed, the slow work of clearing the ivy now; it all felt so real. It reminded me so much of something I’ve read before, that trying to hold onto the past only tightens our grip around something that was never meant to stay still.
What you wrote about honoring the memories, letting them feed us like compost, and tending to what’s here now; that’s everything. It’s so easy to romanticize “the good old days,” but the real magic is showing up for the life right in front of us, even when it’s different, even when it’s harder.
Your words felt like a quiet bell ringing, reminding me to breathe and just be here. Thank you for sharing it all; your joy, your disappointment, your wonder. It was a real gift to read.
Also, I have to say that your work in progress Academia Cozy Mystery Series sounds absolutely fantastically fun. Eccentric professors, Gothic libraries, international adventures, and a lot of coffee? I’m already looking forward to wandering through those pages when the time comes. It feels like the kind of story the world could really use more of; warm, smart, and alive.
I’m grateful for you and the way you see the world.
Thank you for your kind words, Chris. So happy this was encouraging to you. Appreciate your support and friendship. Encouragement has certainly gone both ways! Peace.
I just had to write and say that your essay hit me right at a time when I needed this type of reflection.
The way you shared those memories of the muddy, messy, beautiful day with your dad, the heartbreak of seeing it all changed, the slow work of clearing the ivy now; it all felt so real. It reminded me so much of something I’ve read before, that trying to hold onto the past only tightens our grip around something that was never meant to stay still.
What you wrote about honoring the memories, letting them feed us like compost, and tending to what’s here now; that’s everything. It’s so easy to romanticize “the good old days,” but the real magic is showing up for the life right in front of us, even when it’s different, even when it’s harder.
Your words felt like a quiet bell ringing, reminding me to breathe and just be here. Thank you for sharing it all; your joy, your disappointment, your wonder. It was a real gift to read.
Also, I have to say that your work in progress Academia Cozy Mystery Series sounds absolutely fantastically fun. Eccentric professors, Gothic libraries, international adventures, and a lot of coffee? I’m already looking forward to wandering through those pages when the time comes. It feels like the kind of story the world could really use more of; warm, smart, and alive.
I’m grateful for you and the way you see the world.
Thank you for your kind words, Chris. So happy this was encouraging to you. Appreciate your support and friendship. Encouragement has certainly gone both ways! Peace.