Moving. Gorgeous. Inspiring. Terrifying. Sobering. Hilarious. How do you do it? Bring all those elements of our mad human condition into one essay - and make it WORK!!
What a thing to have this sleepless odyssey juxtaposed with the waking nightmare of ICE. How both are directly affecting you. Marking this time as extraordinary - and something you wish - we all wish-would end.
I felt a little bad breaking in laughter as you describe the hell of sleeplessness with V. Knowing that it is a temporary hell and having infinite faith in your capacity to meet the beast, made those parts so so funny.
Your writing is wonderful. Mostly you are wonderful.
Oh my Andrew... The grand measure of your creativity is the marvelous impact of your writing downstream where your readers abide ... or down ocean in this case, to Hawaii ... the stream of humanity flowing through your words just launched my soul home to heaven. Raw healing for my raw humanity. Since my face is wet with tears as I write this, I surrender to my wide-open heart and remain awe-struck in gibberish happy wordlessness to scribble this comment for your gift today, with gratitude.
All I can share, is that the fabric of your writing tore me open today, in the best possible way, tore open all that is lined up for shredding at the compost shredder, ready to be flung on the hibernating winter garden of my soul. Even Walt the Magician is probably weeping at the finale of your message, as am I. Let me count... surfing the waves of your words here on Maui, I cried one, then two, then three four five times at different moments, surrendering to be all that I am in my rawest human feeling form. Thank you, writer!! At sob number 5, I placed my hands over my face and let it all go ... tears fly more slowly through fingers. I will return to read this again and again, my friend. I will read this to the young mothers in my close circle. I will allow my heart to be blown open by love again and again by re-reading this ... hard to believe I was mad as hell when I read at the beginning what I sensed was a random-rant about Walt W. My early resentment opened the way for the fullest catharsis I have enjoyed in a decade. Needed for 4 of them. Thank you. Walker, Listener, Writer, Father, Wild man, Beloved friend, Andrew.
"Then again, love doesn’t even need a day. All love needs is now."
Damn, Betsy, I am taking this in. Feeling it. Feeling the back and forth of what writing is, what life is. Thank you so much for giving me this glimpse into your heart upon reading and your soul's song, gives me so much reminding strength. My path builder sister! Infinite love from your brother here forever.
You packed a lot into this one, Andrew. Love your writing. Sleeplessness is a tough one. All I can offer is that it’s always darkest just before dawn, which hopefully also applies to ICE and the current madness.
Moving. Gorgeous. Inspiring. Terrifying. Sobering. Hilarious. How do you do it? Bring all those elements of our mad human condition into one essay - and make it WORK!!
What a thing to have this sleepless odyssey juxtaposed with the waking nightmare of ICE. How both are directly affecting you. Marking this time as extraordinary - and something you wish - we all wish-would end.
I felt a little bad breaking in laughter as you describe the hell of sleeplessness with V. Knowing that it is a temporary hell and having infinite faith in your capacity to meet the beast, made those parts so so funny.
Your writing is wonderful. Mostly you are wonderful.
Ah thank you so much Leslie, I really appreciate this reflection. Lifts me up! And hey, happy birthday!!
Brilliant, again, Andrew. Keep going.
Oh my Andrew... The grand measure of your creativity is the marvelous impact of your writing downstream where your readers abide ... or down ocean in this case, to Hawaii ... the stream of humanity flowing through your words just launched my soul home to heaven. Raw healing for my raw humanity. Since my face is wet with tears as I write this, I surrender to my wide-open heart and remain awe-struck in gibberish happy wordlessness to scribble this comment for your gift today, with gratitude.
All I can share, is that the fabric of your writing tore me open today, in the best possible way, tore open all that is lined up for shredding at the compost shredder, ready to be flung on the hibernating winter garden of my soul. Even Walt the Magician is probably weeping at the finale of your message, as am I. Let me count... surfing the waves of your words here on Maui, I cried one, then two, then three four five times at different moments, surrendering to be all that I am in my rawest human feeling form. Thank you, writer!! At sob number 5, I placed my hands over my face and let it all go ... tears fly more slowly through fingers. I will return to read this again and again, my friend. I will read this to the young mothers in my close circle. I will allow my heart to be blown open by love again and again by re-reading this ... hard to believe I was mad as hell when I read at the beginning what I sensed was a random-rant about Walt W. My early resentment opened the way for the fullest catharsis I have enjoyed in a decade. Needed for 4 of them. Thank you. Walker, Listener, Writer, Father, Wild man, Beloved friend, Andrew.
"Then again, love doesn’t even need a day. All love needs is now."
And How!
Infinite Love, Bets your path builder sister
Damn, Betsy, I am taking this in. Feeling it. Feeling the back and forth of what writing is, what life is. Thank you so much for giving me this glimpse into your heart upon reading and your soul's song, gives me so much reminding strength. My path builder sister! Infinite love from your brother here forever.
beautiful, thank you Andrew
Still think about this a couple later….
i loved this one
you cooked with this one, i fear (as the youths say)
Thanks, Leah. It cooked me, for sure!
You packed a lot into this one, Andrew. Love your writing. Sleeplessness is a tough one. All I can offer is that it’s always darkest just before dawn, which hopefully also applies to ICE and the current madness.