You did reach me first thing in my morning, a wonderful way to wake up. When I read the question about favourite weather to walk in, I thought of my usual answer, crisp autumn when I need a jacket but not a hat and the leaves pop against the grey. But what I heard in my mind’s ear was the snick snick snick of walking when the snow squeaks. Nice to have things about winter to look forward to.
Cozied up with this dispatch this New Years’ day afternoon. Family is watching the College Football semifinals, so I took the opportunity of the post–meal reprieve to sneak away some personal/screen time. Felt like the perfect chance to treat myself to some Freer Form.
The question/prompt, ‘What time of day were you born?’, made me smirk the most. Recounting the time of my initial debut, I finally realized why I may hate to feel rushed into anything. Born minutes to midnight, my mother being induced nearly five days early, I find the sensation of all things hurried to be pretty low on my love list. That said, noticing that truth may help my nerves to feel more at peace towards my next inevitable encounter with haste. Not sure if I’ll ever fall in love with the feeling, but perhaps I can discover more compassion for it.
thank you for helping suspend a moment in my day. Hikmet's poem is hanging in my chest like a new art piece to carry around and consider for a while. also, listening to this song was the softest cocoon while reading your beautiful, thoughtful questions: https://open.spotify.com/track/0onZ2SiPUMZVNjCnrwh4Ff?si=0fa9c722d4814dd1
2. A new friend, a friend I’d only every spent time with as part of a group, it was a late summer evening, she was shivering in the chill that came from a new dark, we were going to get the tube, just her and me, after a picnic with a group of friends. She started trying to tell me something, there was so much pretext it made me nervous, wondering what she could possibly be about to say — it reminded me of adolescent boyfriends gearing up to ask me out. But then she revealed she was pregnant, that, other than her partner, I was the first person in the country she was telling since her family lived abroad. It was such a beautiful moment, one in which I realised we were becoming real friends.
found this first thing in the morning via a winding path of recommended subscriptions that I almost didn’t automatically subscribe to, but I saw your pub’s tagline: not fixed. I was moved by that and clicked over, only for this post to be the first one I saw. Good morning. I’m still laying in bed. A lie I like to hear and repeat: “I’m not afraid.” We’re all often afraid, aren’t we? But that’s not a bad thing.
You did reach me first thing in my morning, a wonderful way to wake up. When I read the question about favourite weather to walk in, I thought of my usual answer, crisp autumn when I need a jacket but not a hat and the leaves pop against the grey. But what I heard in my mind’s ear was the snick snick snick of walking when the snow squeaks. Nice to have things about winter to look forward to.
Snick snick snick! That IS the sound! Thank you for this, I felt it all in my toes & shoulders.
Cozied up with this dispatch this New Years’ day afternoon. Family is watching the College Football semifinals, so I took the opportunity of the post–meal reprieve to sneak away some personal/screen time. Felt like the perfect chance to treat myself to some Freer Form.
The question/prompt, ‘What time of day were you born?’, made me smirk the most. Recounting the time of my initial debut, I finally realized why I may hate to feel rushed into anything. Born minutes to midnight, my mother being induced nearly five days early, I find the sensation of all things hurried to be pretty low on my love list. That said, noticing that truth may help my nerves to feel more at peace towards my next inevitable encounter with haste. Not sure if I’ll ever fall in love with the feeling, but perhaps I can discover more compassion for it.
Wonder-full. Thank you so much for sharing (& for treating Freer Form like a sneak-away treat)!
thank you for helping suspend a moment in my day. Hikmet's poem is hanging in my chest like a new art piece to carry around and consider for a while. also, listening to this song was the softest cocoon while reading your beautiful, thoughtful questions: https://open.spotify.com/track/0onZ2SiPUMZVNjCnrwh4Ff?si=0fa9c722d4814dd1
ooooo thank you for these words & this song which my spirit neeeeded & cherished!
2. A new friend, a friend I’d only every spent time with as part of a group, it was a late summer evening, she was shivering in the chill that came from a new dark, we were going to get the tube, just her and me, after a picnic with a group of friends. She started trying to tell me something, there was so much pretext it made me nervous, wondering what she could possibly be about to say — it reminded me of adolescent boyfriends gearing up to ask me out. But then she revealed she was pregnant, that, other than her partner, I was the first person in the country she was telling since her family lived abroad. It was such a beautiful moment, one in which I realised we were becoming real friends.
Thank you so much for sharing this; I felt like I was right there with you two. How tender.
found this first thing in the morning via a winding path of recommended subscriptions that I almost didn’t automatically subscribe to, but I saw your pub’s tagline: not fixed. I was moved by that and clicked over, only for this post to be the first one I saw. Good morning. I’m still laying in bed. A lie I like to hear and repeat: “I’m not afraid.” We’re all often afraid, aren’t we? But that’s not a bad thing.