Oh, gosh Trudi. I sit in the early hours with a feeling I've carried around all week, sometimes for years, and then I bet back the panic I am feeling about the world and let the words come. The making of this is its own lull, and I am so grateful that you experience that feeling on your side of the world. Peace to us all.
Breathtaking, Beth. Such grace in your words and generosity for the work you admire and love. I find your writing almost hypnotic- but not in a way that sends me to sleep. In a way that gently lulls away the edges of my day and helps me to relax. ✨
"I feel a terrible melancholy for the stories as I first found them, the authors as I first loved them"
Every time I reread, the ghost of the reader I was before is there too. Sometimes the book's world is even better this time around, is even more relevant to my world now. But sometimes the book's world won't completely take me in again.
Oh, gosh Trudi. I sit in the early hours with a feeling I've carried around all week, sometimes for years, and then I bet back the panic I am feeling about the world and let the words come. The making of this is its own lull, and I am so grateful that you experience that feeling on your side of the world. Peace to us all.
Breathtaking, Beth. Such grace in your words and generosity for the work you admire and love. I find your writing almost hypnotic- but not in a way that sends me to sleep. In a way that gently lulls away the edges of my day and helps me to relax. ✨
Here and reading your words. Grateful and sending love!!
I love you being near.
"I feel a terrible melancholy for the stories as I first found them, the authors as I first loved them"
Every time I reread, the ghost of the reader I was before is there too. Sometimes the book's world is even better this time around, is even more relevant to my world now. But sometimes the book's world won't completely take me in again.