I always try to greet my bus drivers when I tap in and say thank you when I exit and my Londoner partner does it semi-regularly too. I don't think it's a city-specific thing so much as it's just a decency thing.
This was so beautiful, Tara. I've been in a season filled with repeated attempts at outward expansion and your words brought me so much light and life. "I want to widen the lens capturing my attention... In renewing this sense of wonder, I’m trying to look outward as well as in, breathing my life through porous skin, saying yes and pushing through challenges." -- love love love. Thank you <3
how i missed you tara! it’s so nice to hear about you!!
this letter does feel like a rebirth. you have this newfound confidence in your writing., in your person. for some reason when you wrote “I was holding my breath.” so decisively it almost brought me to tears. how many breaths have we missed or cut short? and for what?
i wonder sometimes who dulls who first? us or the world? where is the darkness hiding? i try to remember that where there is shadow there must be a source of light.
loved every poem you shared with us too, and loved this letter <3
felt this so deeply. it's hard for me to remember, sometimes, that i want this, this overflow of feelings, these contradictions, both sides of the coin. the homesickness and the wonder of being somewhere else, getting to know it and letting it get to know me. the fear and the curiosity of everything that exists in the world, including every person. sometimes i feel like it's a delicate balancing act and i'm an elephant covered in broken plates. but i'm still in it! it's good to find that we're not alone in it. lots of love! <3
"It’s both exhausting and enlightening to realize that you have to renew your sense of wonder like it’s an expired subscription." Aye. Just - aye.
Beautiful, reflective, contemplative honesty - the poetry added texture to the colours of your writing. Loved this. <3
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I always try to greet my bus drivers when I tap in and say thank you when I exit and my Londoner partner does it semi-regularly too. I don't think it's a city-specific thing so much as it's just a decency thing.
thanks so much mae <3 nice to know the bus driver thing isn’t weird. i haven’t seen anyone do it in ages!!!! so sad. maybe i need to champion it
This was so beautiful, Tara. I've been in a season filled with repeated attempts at outward expansion and your words brought me so much light and life. "I want to widen the lens capturing my attention... In renewing this sense of wonder, I’m trying to look outward as well as in, breathing my life through porous skin, saying yes and pushing through challenges." -- love love love. Thank you <3
how i missed you tara! it’s so nice to hear about you!!
this letter does feel like a rebirth. you have this newfound confidence in your writing., in your person. for some reason when you wrote “I was holding my breath.” so decisively it almost brought me to tears. how many breaths have we missed or cut short? and for what?
i wonder sometimes who dulls who first? us or the world? where is the darkness hiding? i try to remember that where there is shadow there must be a source of light.
loved every poem you shared with us too, and loved this letter <3
felt this so deeply. it's hard for me to remember, sometimes, that i want this, this overflow of feelings, these contradictions, both sides of the coin. the homesickness and the wonder of being somewhere else, getting to know it and letting it get to know me. the fear and the curiosity of everything that exists in the world, including every person. sometimes i feel like it's a delicate balancing act and i'm an elephant covered in broken plates. but i'm still in it! it's good to find that we're not alone in it. lots of love! <3