Greetings, book and treat people. It’s hard to come up with words right now. I’m haunted by numbers that are not numbers. Yesterday I took a walk on my beloved ridge, watched the orange sun slide into the dusky blue hills, my dog bounding through the brown grass, the wind, the cut of it, the scent of winter blowing in, the most sacred time of year, the beginning of the season of light. I walked and walked, thinking about the numbers that are not numbers. Israeli airstrikes have killed 10,000 Palestinians in the last weeks. I am stuck on the numbers stitched into just one death. The worlds. It is unfathomable.
Thank you for your thoughts and words, friend.
This is an amazing list. Thank you. And I will be joining you in eating soup until spring.
I'm so glad you enjoyed reading/found some new reads! Soup forever!
You are helping me learn to love the dark.
This is one of my callings in life. 💙🕯