Perhaps it is because my house on Sachem St. was just two blocks from the water on Wollaston Bay, during my adolescence, that I ache in the best of all ways when I read your work, Stephen. Whatever, I find these essays so grounding, humble, sure, and real. Thank you.
So atmospheric and vivid in its mystery. I feel transported by your writing, arriving at that bittersweet yet sacred intersection of love and loss. Thank you.💜
Your faithfulness to these early morning pilgrimages is ever inspiring to me. And oh, your words! This is one of the most atmospheric, achingly beautiful pieces I’ve read in a long time. Thank you!
It feels like you stepped into the threshold where the Two become the One. It takes courage to keep going…into the unfamiliar familiar . Happy adventures!
You create such a strong sense of other-worldiness in this piece. And that is how deep loss feels, isn’t it. Something which sets us apart and behind a veil that no one else can see ❤️
Perhaps it is because my house on Sachem St. was just two blocks from the water on Wollaston Bay, during my adolescence, that I ache in the best of all ways when I read your work, Stephen. Whatever, I find these essays so grounding, humble, sure, and real. Thank you.
I'm so happy to hear they have this effect, my friend.
So atmospheric and vivid in its mystery. I feel transported by your writing, arriving at that bittersweet yet sacred intersection of love and loss. Thank you.💜
Thanks so much, Elaine. A sacred place indeed.
Your faithfulness to these early morning pilgrimages is ever inspiring to me. And oh, your words! This is one of the most atmospheric, achingly beautiful pieces I’ve read in a long time. Thank you!
Thank you as always, Dale. Coming from you, the kind words are so meaningful.
It feels like you stepped into the threshold where the Two become the One. It takes courage to keep going…into the unfamiliar familiar . Happy adventures!
"The unfamiliar familiar." Brilliant!
Your writing transports me to a place of internal void that lies deep inside.. loss… thumping grief… sacred presence ..and the tides…
all connected in some way to call me to pay attention to that deep voice inside.. it’s the love that remains.. thank you for the ride Steve 💕
Honored, my friend. Good to have you along.
Beautiful, liminal, serendipity.
Thank you, dear brother.
You create such a strong sense of other-worldiness in this piece. And that is how deep loss feels, isn’t it. Something which sets us apart and behind a veil that no one else can see ❤️
And summoned at a moment's notice, just awaiting our attention. Thankful it is synonymous with love.
Yes ❤️❤️❤️