p;easw forgive me, i can’t express my appreciation aptly, but i wish you a pure moment that spells my love with woods

dear readers, writers, artists, i am lost in all the love i have for all of you, but if my hands give out, my heart will find a way to keep responding

just a quick quick note of love to all you amazing writers and photographers and artists.

you’ve remade my world and i can’t explain how much your insight andimages and stories have rebecome me.

i am sorry i am so behind on getting back to you. the recent physical illness iss challenging but trivial compared to the healing of my heart and mind

that has happened sine since i have met you all and been invited to share parts of your realities, to be immersed in your art ,

since i have lived …italics on lived…your hearts and experiences and have been invied invited to share the brilliant clarity of your minds here on medium

you truly matter. you build worlds that feel each other. emphasis on feel.

what if the world was reborn because you dared to birth it like you do here every day with your honesty and kindness and oh my god your empathy

and your tumble me out and over and over again roll me down a hill, grass reverse places with the sky perspectives question mark here

oh i think it already has been , the world has been

reborn.

oh ok gushes all put away or pushed aside ….i am trying to say

thank you each, italics here, for surviving your everyday and for finding the …for letting the marvel mind your hears i mean your hearts but typos tell me i should thank you for your ears

your poems and stories hear me...they know how to listen, like my friend tells me i should do with my heart

i am trying to be a better listener. i will keep trying all my life.

he told me i never listen and he s wr he’s right. i never listen well enough

but i will never give up trying bc he matters so much. what a difference such a good friend can make in the world. my appreciation is for life.

but he said i could use that technology that lets you speak to typ to type words and i told him i tried, but it doesn’t work for me

he doesn’t quite understand, but don’t we each have different neural circuits born and built from life experiences — question mark here

i never talked much as a child and have always had great difficulty with the paths of mind that lead from meaning to verbal articulation

but then i learned from loving stories and having heart to heart conversations with words that maybe i can write

i don’t want to talk to write.

i am shy of that part of my voice. it isn’t my friend. but if you will forgive the errors misspellings lack of punv punctuation i can better

i can better get ack get back to you. i can use the many many hours it takes me now to get the typing and spacig spacing right for what i submit for publication

because i am down to taping children’s finger puppets to my fingers…ha ha.. and they are sweet — i have a puppy and frog and other finger pocket animals to keep me warm — bu bu daaaang bu but they get in tj the way of

me telling each and every one of you how important you are to me or at les

at least trying to listen to you with my heart and tell you, like Aumented o sorry, like Augmented Man and i were discussing, how much you are each super heroes too often hidden by the ordinry ordinary light of day

ok so that’s all…just wanted to ask your permission to be a bit messy, so that i can keep, I mean bt better keep, responding to your art

but if i have to be lost in any forest, i choose yours.

So Reader Writer Friend, iis ok isit ok if i sometimes get lost in all your love question mar ker errr i mean, question mark here

because if i have your ok, i will find a way to find each of you again — if you can forgive the long pauses and little holes along the way==i really want to reach out to you and try to explain how much you each matter

because here you are surviving life and reading writing rebirthing worlds

and always saving somebody else’s day.

THANK YOU each and all so dearly.

Have the most meaningful heartfelt new year ever. Wishing you peace, startling images and love. Not too much pain i hope, but when it comes, and it will, it always does, go ahead a feel it. Sometimes the world hurts like its heart is your frozen hand left under an open tap of hot water — i know how it feels to be trapped alone, to be held inside a life locked up for what seems like ever in the agony of thaw.

the heat leaves. even when we don’t want to let it go. so take a moment. go outside . if you can find any, walk among the trees my friends. If you dare and can still do it without too much pain, maybe lie down somewhere in the wilderness

and soak in the sky. Feel my love. You are appreciated. Rock the new year with your life.

hearts here, many hearts, so many colors, fading through each other but also 2 are like bookends

(oh, italics here — that image must have popped into my head because I just read Connie Song’s important poem “Book Ends”) but also 2 hearts are book ends

in solid black and white.

PS except the couple i just dropped, i don’t really mention names here because, like i am telling you, my brain is a forest and that can be lovely but there are individuals of such importance, i couldn’t bear to see any one stumble into a hole…and once i got started naming, it would be hard to stop and my honor would still not hold them high enough…

so i will respond, if it’s ok with you

individually

and i’d better stop now. This year, this note will be the only card i get in the mail. But, my friends, it comes from the deep messy woods

of my heart.