Your words are a warm, nourishing meal for my soul. Every time. Thank you for bringing the beauty of the desert where I once lived and of a city I've never cared to visit, right to my doorstep.
I had already written this when I read your post, and I was so moved by the synchronicity! I haven’t finished reading all he ways we can smell a tree (I’m taking each section as its own bite), but I should link to your wonderful practice: https://sophienicholls.substack.com/p/smell-touch-taste-feel-your-unique
I am so grateful to have such a sister in writing.
Love those lines. The desert has a special place in my heart even though—or maybe because?—I wasn’t born anywhere near the desert. Perhaps it’s because my old Viking/ancient Britannic bones never felt the warmth of the dry, desert sun that my body just soaks it up like a sponge and tells me I need to spend more time there. Your writing is like sunshine too—it softens my heart. Thank you.
Thank you, Eric. I'm very honoured that you should call me a 'sister in writing.' 💜✨🌞
Your words are a warm, nourishing meal for my soul. Every time. Thank you for bringing the beauty of the desert where I once lived and of a city I've never cared to visit, right to my doorstep.
Thank you, Rebecca. “Nourishing” is probably the best compliment anyone could ever give to me. Thank you, thank you. This made my day.
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Love this so much - and the serendipity, Eric. ✨
I had already written this when I read your post, and I was so moved by the synchronicity! I haven’t finished reading all he ways we can smell a tree (I’m taking each section as its own bite), but I should link to your wonderful practice: https://sophienicholls.substack.com/p/smell-touch-taste-feel-your-unique
I am so grateful to have such a sister in writing.
“…unscripted lines
Of adoration”
Love those lines. The desert has a special place in my heart even though—or maybe because?—I wasn’t born anywhere near the desert. Perhaps it’s because my old Viking/ancient Britannic bones never felt the warmth of the dry, desert sun that my body just soaks it up like a sponge and tells me I need to spend more time there. Your writing is like sunshine too—it softens my heart. Thank you.