The things we make weave small strands in a big tapestry. Sometimes we aren't even able to see how they accumulate and make their mark on our own hearts and the pulse that transcends. Making and sharing. Making and sharing. Making and sharing. You are doing it, Coke, and I can see that you will persevere. You are courageous, aware and alive!
so much!!! i especially heard your love of writing. i know writing order me as does dancing. i caught this today from Flannery O’Connor- “ Dear God, please, I can never seem to escape myself unless I am writing and strangely I am never more myself than when I’m writing. Is there no way for me to disappear into something bigger?
Your courage is large even when you don’t always feel it and remember it! Ancestors dance and write with you and your “heart-in-the-face-of…”
The things we make weave small strands in a big tapestry. Sometimes we aren't even able to see how they accumulate and make their mark on our own hearts and the pulse that transcends. Making and sharing. Making and sharing. Making and sharing. You are doing it, Coke, and I can see that you will persevere. You are courageous, aware and alive!
Love you Coke! Thank you and deep bow for your mighty pen and warrior dances. xoxx
This resonated deeply. Thank you for making and sharing this with us. It's a balm.
so much!!! i especially heard your love of writing. i know writing order me as does dancing. i caught this today from Flannery O’Connor- “ Dear God, please, I can never seem to escape myself unless I am writing and strangely I am never more myself than when I’m writing. Is there no way for me to disappear into something bigger?