Here’s to “conceiving your own mythology, hounding lessons and stray stories, and chiseling away at stone with the prospect of one day turning to see it has a face.” What a beautiful way to describe a writing project. I can’t wait to read the finished project—your art, your heart.
Jayne! I've been eagerly waiting for another post from you and I love so many lines in this, maybe most especially, "Not knowing is fitful." And the wish to be as a root in young, glacial soil. (Also I'm thrilled that cold water sparked words for both of us!)
Your words. So stunning, every time. ✨
Yours too, always. ✨
Here’s to “conceiving your own mythology, hounding lessons and stray stories, and chiseling away at stone with the prospect of one day turning to see it has a face.” What a beautiful way to describe a writing project. I can’t wait to read the finished project—your art, your heart.
Thank you, dear one.
So stunning, Jayne!
Thanks for reading, friend!
This line...
I am skulking about in my old mountain town, my mother’s medicine cabinet, as I drink my morning coffee.
Friend, your writing is so vital. It has a pulse. I am so lucky to know you and to read your heart on the page
Thank you, friend. I'm lucky to know you and get to read your heart on the page too.
Jayne! I've been eagerly waiting for another post from you and I love so many lines in this, maybe most especially, "Not knowing is fitful." And the wish to be as a root in young, glacial soil. (Also I'm thrilled that cold water sparked words for both of us!)
Glad that line is sticking!