thank you - except for those three words there at the end that were notes to myself when I began and forgot to delete. they're deleted now ... thanks again means a lot when I get feedback
I’m just at the beginning of discovering your incredible universe through these letters—each one opening my mind a little more and adding small sparks of joy to my days. Thank you again, Kevin, for the thoughtful conversations and for sharing all those gems from art, music, dance, and literature. And I have to say, your “adult” words made me feel kind of smart ☺️. I already miss our chats at Casa p309. You reminded me of my dad, who I’m really fond of. He’s truly the best person I know, though I don’t think I’ve ever actually told him that. Funny thing—he was born in March ’56, so I guess, everything connects.
I feel like I was just swept up in a bit of magic reading your essay this week. I love the place you write of so much and spend so much time there that I could see the light and smell the ocean as I read your evocative essay. Thank you for bringing me to my chosen home through your words and making me feel very happy and relieved that I’ll be back in Portugal soon.
This week's essay was particularly lovely.
thank you - except for those three words there at the end that were notes to myself when I began and forgot to delete. they're deleted now ... thanks again means a lot when I get feedback
Very nice. Keep on. x
Inspired by your story on Oldster - I hope your pilgrimage brings you to Australia.🌞
I’m just at the beginning of discovering your incredible universe through these letters—each one opening my mind a little more and adding small sparks of joy to my days. Thank you again, Kevin, for the thoughtful conversations and for sharing all those gems from art, music, dance, and literature. And I have to say, your “adult” words made me feel kind of smart ☺️. I already miss our chats at Casa p309. You reminded me of my dad, who I’m really fond of. He’s truly the best person I know, though I don’t think I’ve ever actually told him that. Funny thing—he was born in March ’56, so I guess, everything connects.
I feel like I was just swept up in a bit of magic reading your essay this week. I love the place you write of so much and spend so much time there that I could see the light and smell the ocean as I read your evocative essay. Thank you for bringing me to my chosen home through your words and making me feel very happy and relieved that I’ll be back in Portugal soon.
The pilgrim’s life is rich with experiences of the human kind! 💞