Thank you so much for sharing this... My parents were really good at giving me weird presents (a muskrat fur, a terrine pot shaped like a swan, a card board head that was actually a mosaic company sample, a ceramic tile collection illustrated with mushrooms, a hand written letter from the tooth fairy congratulating me for my good dental hygiene, I could go on and on). It took me years to appreciate the weirdness of it, but now I love them so much for that and I treasure my own weirdness.
‘Everything’ (all raw edges scratchy bits salt water) sits just under the surface for me today, accessible to stories of the every-day-ness of love, those enduring connections to people who ground us where our daily routines and theirs kiss, brushing past with smiles, lingering looks and warm hearts. And sometimes we don’t even know who to thank for the comfort this brings.
Wow, thank you. I just read this to my husband too and we cried. Knowing the weird shaped thing that doesn’t seem to fit, moving around a lot- and now showing my daughter to honor all of it. Hearts out to you sir, on your journey❤️
Jason, OMGoddess your newsletters are always priceless but this one takes the proverbial cake. I saved it until I had time to properly sit down and let the chocolate melt in my mouth. Thank you! You're brilliant and your you-ness touches me. Keep up the excellent, gorgeous, touching, saturated, weirdo, awesome work.
This came into my inbox two days before ♥️ Day and when I read it I felt a brimming over of love for your touching story and a deep empathy for all of our delicate hearts. And I saved it - to read again today and share it with my own grown children- by way of saying I hope they have seen and felt the true intent of my “weirdness” and that they have come to own their own unique ♥️
When I was in kindergarten, my mom packed my dad's lunch as usual, then packed me a brown bag full of candy canes to take to school to distribute for my birthday. When I got to school, I was horrified to open my treat bag and find my dad's lunch in it! The story seems farfetched, but I do have a vivid memory of seeing my dad's lunch in a bag, so it must have happened. No memory of the aftermath...
i love this - thank you
Beautiful story. It would be impossible to trace the making of who we are but I would guess this is one germ in your creative self.
Thank you so much for sharing this... My parents were really good at giving me weird presents (a muskrat fur, a terrine pot shaped like a swan, a card board head that was actually a mosaic company sample, a ceramic tile collection illustrated with mushrooms, a hand written letter from the tooth fairy congratulating me for my good dental hygiene, I could go on and on). It took me years to appreciate the weirdness of it, but now I love them so much for that and I treasure my own weirdness.
“To the lonely.” …and if…and if…and if….and if….
Oh, JL. This one crushes pieces into oblivion…my. god.
💔💔💔💔❤️❤️❤️❤️
Oh the love that shines through these words is so palpable and precious. Thank you for your vulnerable open hearted wisdom.
‘Everything’ (all raw edges scratchy bits salt water) sits just under the surface for me today, accessible to stories of the every-day-ness of love, those enduring connections to people who ground us where our daily routines and theirs kiss, brushing past with smiles, lingering looks and warm hearts. And sometimes we don’t even know who to thank for the comfort this brings.
Wow, thank you. I just read this to my husband too and we cried. Knowing the weird shaped thing that doesn’t seem to fit, moving around a lot- and now showing my daughter to honor all of it. Hearts out to you sir, on your journey❤️
Stunning post. 🫀🎯🧨🩸
Be still my heart...how may ways are there to count messages of love?
Happy Valentine’s Day 💕
Jason, OMGoddess your newsletters are always priceless but this one takes the proverbial cake. I saved it until I had time to properly sit down and let the chocolate melt in my mouth. Thank you! You're brilliant and your you-ness touches me. Keep up the excellent, gorgeous, touching, saturated, weirdo, awesome work.
This came into my inbox two days before ♥️ Day and when I read it I felt a brimming over of love for your touching story and a deep empathy for all of our delicate hearts. And I saved it - to read again today and share it with my own grown children- by way of saying I hope they have seen and felt the true intent of my “weirdness” and that they have come to own their own unique ♥️
When I was in kindergarten, my mom packed my dad's lunch as usual, then packed me a brown bag full of candy canes to take to school to distribute for my birthday. When I got to school, I was horrified to open my treat bag and find my dad's lunch in it! The story seems farfetched, but I do have a vivid memory of seeing my dad's lunch in a bag, so it must have happened. No memory of the aftermath...
A very lovely and beautiful story. Thank you ❤
What a story! What devotion! A distinctly different course for success...whatever that is!
♥️🙏🏼♥️