Once upon a time I fancied myself a writer. I was working three jobs to pay rent in one of our most expensive cities. The pandemic took hold of us and I fled that state. Everyone became a writer. I fell silent. "Just an old white woman with an axe to grind" kept me somewhat isolated and anxious until I understood that the world was paying me no mind. I slipped out of my body of pain (It's only pain) and started living my life as very young once more. It began with the trees reminding me that I have always sheltered in their branches with my book stack, watched their leaves shimmer back and forth in the breeze, and everywhere I wandered was filled with magnificent beauty. Gradually as nature brought me back I started to smile again and say "hello" to fellow hikers. I left my little studio and joined our earthly tribe, as me, the true me, in love with the stars and rain and clouds and birds by the thousands, flowers by the hundreds, and from my wee balcony . . . all of life unfolding with grace, determination, and joy. yeah. I am serious. On the eve of what some are saying will be our end, I find your essay and it all falls into place. Your writing moves me greatly every single time. You are reminiscent of Carl Sagan's :The Pale Blue Dot" and you help me continue-trusting what comes, considering the grandness of it all, the precision of it all, and reclaimng my place where our shared humanity celebrates all the good we embody. I'll put my axe down for a little while and listen to those joyful astronauts once again. I am so glad you are you and you share your writing, and THANK YOU. PEACE, LOVE, AND HAPPINESS ALWAYS.
Beautiful work. Thank you. I know what you have told me about your existence on Earth. Please continue to embrace your humanity while doing the necessary reporting that you are known for.
Thank you, Laura, this is beautiful. Working the polls in WI today, this was a lovely counterpoint to the anxiety this raises in me about protecting the vote.
Well said... as always. Among the art and some of my photos on various walls I also have the full passage of Carl Sagan's Pale Blue Dot statement about the folly of human conceits. Every bit as appropriate now if not more so as when he wrote it. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us!
I think we all needed this today. Your work is insightful, intelligent, darkly humorous, and often possessed of a subtle, seething outrage at the confederacy of dunces in which we find ourselves. And today you demonstrated that beautiful prose is one of the tools in your formidable toolbox.
Once upon a time I fancied myself a writer. I was working three jobs to pay rent in one of our most expensive cities. The pandemic took hold of us and I fled that state. Everyone became a writer. I fell silent. "Just an old white woman with an axe to grind" kept me somewhat isolated and anxious until I understood that the world was paying me no mind. I slipped out of my body of pain (It's only pain) and started living my life as very young once more. It began with the trees reminding me that I have always sheltered in their branches with my book stack, watched their leaves shimmer back and forth in the breeze, and everywhere I wandered was filled with magnificent beauty. Gradually as nature brought me back I started to smile again and say "hello" to fellow hikers. I left my little studio and joined our earthly tribe, as me, the true me, in love with the stars and rain and clouds and birds by the thousands, flowers by the hundreds, and from my wee balcony . . . all of life unfolding with grace, determination, and joy. yeah. I am serious. On the eve of what some are saying will be our end, I find your essay and it all falls into place. Your writing moves me greatly every single time. You are reminiscent of Carl Sagan's :The Pale Blue Dot" and you help me continue-trusting what comes, considering the grandness of it all, the precision of it all, and reclaimng my place where our shared humanity celebrates all the good we embody. I'll put my axe down for a little while and listen to those joyful astronauts once again. I am so glad you are you and you share your writing, and THANK YOU. PEACE, LOVE, AND HAPPINESS ALWAYS.
This is so beautiful
I needed this today, thank you.
Beautiful work. Thank you. I know what you have told me about your existence on Earth. Please continue to embrace your humanity while doing the necessary reporting that you are known for.
Thank you, Laura, this is beautiful. Working the polls in WI today, this was a lovely counterpoint to the anxiety this raises in me about protecting the vote.
Well said... as always. Among the art and some of my photos on various walls I also have the full passage of Carl Sagan's Pale Blue Dot statement about the folly of human conceits. Every bit as appropriate now if not more so as when he wrote it. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us!
So beautiful, Laura. Thank you for this. Especially amidst the madness. So lovely. Again, thank you. We need this.
Just beautiful. Thank you.
I think we all needed this today. Your work is insightful, intelligent, darkly humorous, and often possessed of a subtle, seething outrage at the confederacy of dunces in which we find ourselves. And today you demonstrated that beautiful prose is one of the tools in your formidable toolbox.
Thank you.
Yes, it IS so beautiful. Thank you both for these reminders. We have feelings and views to revisit!
Wonderful, Laura. As always, "Thank You."