I opened that email yesterday, the one that said, keep breathing life in the subject line. Contained inside were words that had been thoughtfully dipped from one heart, sent across invisible waves, and poured right into mine. Such kind, kind words. Words that implored me to continue tapping my way with words in the early morning hours, to keep writing, to keep saying, to keep on.
This. is. precious.
Because, who am I that you should all come here like you do, and read these words like you do, and page through like you do, comment like you do and send email like you do? I don’t take your time for granted. Or your words. Or your hearts.
Somehow, a chord has been struck. Our story and this blog seem to have reverberated in tune with reality for so very many. And I’d like to say thank you for letting me know when it does. When I look back at the amount of email I’ve read over the past few months, many of them so similar to the one I spoke of up there, I am humbled with every single one. And encouraged. And refueled.
It’s like when you’re running a race, and you’ve come a long, long way across treacherous ground, sweat is beading and running rivulets down, and you’re whole body is soaked; your muscles scream and your legs are numb. And you come around a corner, and there are your people, lined up there on the sidelines, and they’re cheering. Cheering loud, cheering for you. And suddenly, as you pass, their words explode into a giant force that picks you up and moves you.
Like that. Your words are like that.
I wanted you to know. I wanted you to see what you’re doing, that you are a part of this thing, too. Very much a part of it.
You have no idea how I appreciate this. It’s as though I send these posts off into a sea of blackness, and when you reply, I see little lights flicking on out there, twinkling like stars in a midnight sky. So, thank you, THANK YOU! I say this with as much fullness as two words can possibly hold. You. are. loved.
Also?
There’s one more thing before I run. I’ve been wondering . . . if we could sit down with a cup of tea, or take a hike together over the mountain trail, and we had time to talk, what would you like to know? What is the one thing (or many) you would ask if you could. What would you like to see more of on the blog? What are your favorite or least favorite kinds of posts that you’ve read here?
See? I need you.
Carmella
.
