Before the war of wars starts up again, may we rest, digest, sleep.
I wish I could express, in the 3 minutes I have before midnight, how blessed and honored I feel to have precisely all of you here with me, as we, against all odds, continue to weather this typhoon, continue to keep our basic wits about us. I think we are doing spectacularly.
Thank you, for everything. You are my Christmas.
Thank you, Celia, for the precious gift of your writing, your presence, your comradery, your honesty, truthfulness, willingness to lay bare your pain, joy, and everything in between. Finding you on substack truly has been one of my best blessings in 2022. Without a doubt, you are Heaven sent. Merry Christmas, and God bless you!
Much love to you. Your a magnet for clarity and empathy.