Oh, my love. This one undid me, but I’m forever grateful for the landscapes and bird songs you’ve put into words for eternity. Peter Gabriel’s version is better. Just sayin’!
Oh dear friend, how this felt like a hug of words I so deeply did not, do not want to let go of. I’ve read and re-read this about a dozen times. You spoke of trust jars but I wonder if I’ve been jarring love instead.. and each time I read, a new piece of what I thought I knew shattered. Pieces of me I’ve been canning like peaches or jam . I guess, no I know those are the pieces that must be shattered as no jar is big enough to contain how much love I can hold or at this moment how much love I have for you. 🤍
This moves and challenges me. Yes. Who wouldn't want to jar the precious love they get, as if there is only so much available and "shouldn't we be be responsible with it?" And the paradox, of course, is that to be responsible is to give it away as more freely...ever more freely. Honestly, I love the way you put this. Maybe that's my only task today. To empty my pantry in a fit of trust that it will be full again tomorrow.
And I am so grateful for and to you as well Chris. I don’t know if I could ever express how truly grateful I am for being able to share words and smiles and tears with you.
It’s incredible how your letters consistently help me to set down an arm’s full of my burdens and turn my “attention away from the tyranny of the imagined-urgent.”
There is nothing more encouraging to me than what you have said.
Kathryn and I were watching "The Bear" last night and it was right there in front of us "Every second matters." What if that were so? Not in a "I have to use every second as efficiently as possible" sort of way, but in a "Every second is a sacred gift to be cherished" sort of way.
May your day be filled with precious, sacred seconds and urgency of savoring each one of them.
1. My whole life relates to “thoughts in progress”. 2. You have captured me with “Sit with that for a while (but be prepared to bleed)”. 3. I cannot take a side between you and Kathryn in your very weighty argument :).
This letter was so meaningful. And clearly full of love. Thank you Chris.
Oh, my love. This one undid me, but I’m forever grateful for the landscapes and bird songs you’ve put into words for eternity. Peter Gabriel’s version is better. Just sayin’!
They’re both good, right? It’s like trying to pick between John and Paul. There’s no wrong answer. 🙂💙
This sent me right to the washing over place and I will be there a long while. 💜
I see you, friend. And how grateful I am to know that I have company here.
Oh dear friend, how this felt like a hug of words I so deeply did not, do not want to let go of. I’ve read and re-read this about a dozen times. You spoke of trust jars but I wonder if I’ve been jarring love instead.. and each time I read, a new piece of what I thought I knew shattered. Pieces of me I’ve been canning like peaches or jam . I guess, no I know those are the pieces that must be shattered as no jar is big enough to contain how much love I can hold or at this moment how much love I have for you. 🤍
Dear Nicole,
This moves and challenges me. Yes. Who wouldn't want to jar the precious love they get, as if there is only so much available and "shouldn't we be be responsible with it?" And the paradox, of course, is that to be responsible is to give it away as more freely...ever more freely. Honestly, I love the way you put this. Maybe that's my only task today. To empty my pantry in a fit of trust that it will be full again tomorrow.
I am so grateful for you and to you.
And I am so grateful for and to you as well Chris. I don’t know if I could ever express how truly grateful I am for being able to share words and smiles and tears with you.
It’s incredible how your letters consistently help me to set down an arm’s full of my burdens and turn my “attention away from the tyranny of the imagined-urgent.”
Kris,
There is nothing more encouraging to me than what you have said.
Kathryn and I were watching "The Bear" last night and it was right there in front of us "Every second matters." What if that were so? Not in a "I have to use every second as efficiently as possible" sort of way, but in a "Every second is a sacred gift to be cherished" sort of way.
May your day be filled with precious, sacred seconds and urgency of savoring each one of them.
Thank you for your encouraging note.
1. My whole life relates to “thoughts in progress”. 2. You have captured me with “Sit with that for a while (but be prepared to bleed)”. 3. I cannot take a side between you and Kathryn in your very weighty argument :).
This letter was so meaningful. And clearly full of love. Thank you Chris.
1. Same. I have a lot of dirty toothpicks in the garbage.
2. Stolen from Joni Mitchell. She said it about love, but I think it’s about life. Plain and simple.
3. You’re wise. But you actually know it’s the Magnetic Fields, don’t you?
(I won’t make you say it. 🙂)
So true... and yet so easy on a "normal" day to let that be pushed to the back of the closet with the moth balls and box of tinsel.
I love the show "The Bear" - wonderful reminder of the sacred urgencies.
By the way, the titmouse is also one of my favorites to watch, along with my beautiful cardinal couples! Have a wonderful day.