Congratulations, Tanya, on all you've achieved, but also for recognising when it's time to move on. The quietness of working by oneself on a physical project is a joy, and rewarding, and something I myself have only discovered in later life. Much love and happiness to you. 💕
Tanya, thank you for what you have offered in that public part of your life..and totally get that you chose to do things differently right now.. I came across you through the hagitude program and the cure for sleep was my book of 2022… it got me in the gut, stays with me and I thank you for its authenticity
What kind words, Amanda. Thank you. I never get over the shy but fine feeling to know my book meant something to someone. And what a deep and wide experience we all shared on the extraordinary Hagitude program. What a space she created and held for us all. xx
Wishing you quiet joy and peace in this next stage. Thank you for encouraging me to write more, to read more broadly and to pursue the path of mentoring that you have offered so widely and generously. Your impact on so many writers, thinkers, and community builders is inestimable. Sending love and hugs from our little corner of France. Barrie x
And I still do hope to visit you there, although it will be the year after next I think before I start hoping you and others’ might have a few days to spend with me. Feel absolutely clear that I want to be mainly town-based in this coming year - as in this one - until my children are through their GCSEs/A Levels and moves to sixth form and uni. After that, I will be loading up my rucksack, getting a train pass and planning my route. I think you plan to be at the farm for the long term? Or have I got that wrong? xx
That suits perfectly … next year is a year of adventure to mark my milestone birthday … a month-long cycle for me, from Forres in Scotland to meet up with JoJo in Faro … then a couple of months of interrailing. So we’ll mostly put the growing part of the farm to bed for a season … we’re encouraging some friends to take advantage of the space when we’re away. We’ve chatted about another few seasons here before shrinking down to a smaller place in a town with a regular market, a health centre and a couple of eateries to while away our lunchtimes. A river close at hand for JoJo’s dipping and quiet roads for pedalling. Wherever we are, you and your rucksack will be so so welcome. X
I love how you both plan these adventures and home bases both. Whether it’s the farm or a town, when we do meet finally I know it will be a wonderful feeling xx
Looking forward to the event. Thank you for sharing so much of yourself, and thank you for curating the stories of others. I've been longing to add more stories, even as a silent year of endings has unfolded for me here. I will unfurl and write again and add some more. Thank you for keeping the invitation open.
Thank you Tanya, I have been wondering how you are. I received tremendous benefit from your inspiration to share true soul stories. I honor your wordless year of physically building structures with your hands. I have also had a wordless year. I've been a writer my entire life and I'm sure this dry spell is needed, an outpouring of words sometimes can be exhausting that needs a different outlet to gather and sort experiences, the silences can be fertile ground for creative wellsprings! Sending love and gratitude for all your inspiration and generous offerings. ❤️ xo
Here’s to these seasons between stories - or the seasons that come when all our tales have been told. Ever glad that our writing paths crossed and that I was entrusted with your stories for this project. Thank you xxx
Stopping is sometimes trickier than starting. Good luck and thank you so much. I have enjoyed painting my bungalow (well, actually just pointing at the missed bits) this year! Nesting is nourishing. Wish I could be at your talk but out listening to music. If you ever get to the jurassic Coast come walking with me. X
Yes, it took the first six months of this year to make sure all the many hundreds of people I had regular contact with with their writing lives had received replies from me rather than me simply disappearing. That was the right way to do it, although of course by this time last year (as I say in my post) I was - quite abruptly and absolutely - at the end of my own need to talk about my work, so there was a poignancy as well as effort to bringing so many rich conversations to a close. But so many of you who I’ve met through this project and others are people I feel I will - yes please! - travel to meet from next year onwards as and when you have time for me. And isn’t that a wonderful thing to come from stories shared - even more than the book in shops, the advance, all the more public stuff that comes at the start of publication. It’s this longterm change to how I feel in the world and the amount of good people I’ve met through it that lasts.
And I’m remembering now - all over again - the thrill of getting your first pieces through: that distinct voice… xxx
Tanya, so lovely to hear from you. You’ve been such a shining light for me. And although I feel a little sad that you are stepping away from mentoring (hopefully not from writing) it’s so good to see that you are following your own inner knowing. Feels like you are clearing some space for some new things and ideas to come. I’m still hoping that we might meet one day in person but for now I’m definitely planning to join the zoom. But if life intervenes, I wish you all the very best in any new endeavours. Much love, Elena xxx
Thank you Elena - this means so much to me, and your stories for the project were (and remain) so valuable. I’m not writing this year and only sometimes miss the feeling of working away at a story. Perhaps that will change in a few seasons and story-telling will come back to me in a new form, but I no longer wanted to feel that was the central part of my identity or way of earning my money. What that decision yields is a more full sense and appreciation of all I made and gave out - and was given in return - during these last 8 very public years. Treasured experiences. xxx
Tanya, whichever turn you take on the route you find yourself walking along in future days, I hope they lead to peace and calm, that the seasons gather you in their myriad coloured embrace and hold you gently until time speaks of wings and other things...
Thank you for your presence, your encouragement and love. xx
Thank you Tanya for all you’ve shared. Your honesty and generosity has been life changing for me. As a mother and woman (and emerging creator) you’ve been my North Star at different times over the years. Wishing you all the best once this stops. I will be thinking of you over the Australian summer as I sit by the ocean pool crocheting (with a huge nod to your book and creative work) and having conversations with people who stop and ask me what I’m doing. Wishing you love and joy
Oh how beautiful: ‘Thinking of you over the Australian summer as I sit by the ocean pool crocheting’ - love that feeling of being connected to you and others in this ongoing way: we all of us living our private everydays with more richness, or sturdiness, or purpose because of what we’ve read. I think that’s what I wanted most, since my early 20s when I first read Thoreau, to be honest: to write one book even a little in the lineage/spirit of his Walden and Whitman’s Leaves of Grass - those books that had me do my days differently ever after. So what you’ve said here is what I hoped for more than money, reviews, anything - just to feel part of the ‘human family’ (as James Salter writes about his main male character Viri in Light Years). Wishing love and joy to you too. xxx
Please don't reply to this. You are ending, after all. But know that…{full heart… too many words… tears? wtf!… regain composure}… know that your work has been and is a wonder… generosity, love, and depth in action, and now this; true following of your true life's thread into privacy, (when all the world loves an extrovert, and demands more, more more!). <3<3<3
But I must reply… heart too full after reading your words to stay silent. Thank you. And I’m not ending all contact with the online world: have been enjoying just playing and reading on Bluesky this last fornight - reposting old rook photos and my collecting tins, admiring people’s photos of pylons, trains, all the visual things that excite my eye. Reading other people’s essays too, but free over there of the algorithms that (for me) on here and most other online meeting places keep taking me away from the quietly observant and funny folk I want to be among. So I’m hoping you and others from here will also be over there sharing glimpses of where and how you do the days. It’s only my costume of a certain kind of writer in the world that I’ve taken off, literally (apron and headscarves now in a box under my bed) and as an identity. Time to read more than I write; listen more than I talk!
Really am touched by what you’ve written. Thank you xx
Tanya, I think back to when I first heard of you. It was the interview with Katherine May. I don't know if I've ever ordered a book from overseas before, but I knew I had to read it no matter the postage fee, and since then have shared it with many people. The book is a treasure, as are you. This was the most enriching creative experience I've had. Your feedback was so encouraging. I learned to write tighter and to play in a way I never had before. Your generosity has been amazing and it's hard to express the depth of my gratitude. I love the Wild Women Salons, but tomorrow is Thanksgiving here in the US. This space with all the other kindhearted and talented creatives will be on my list of what I'm thankful for. I will look forward to watching the replay. I so admire the way you determine what your life needs to look like at each stage and then honor that. It makes me think about my own life in new ways. Enjoy your home-time, take good care of yourself, and if you decide to travel, the kitchen will always be open. Much love to you!
Dearest Sheila… the energy that pulsed through my screen when I received your first piece, and then each that came after. How I read every single one of them to Nye so that when I called out about a new substack I wanted him to hear, he always guessed your name first.
At the end of the Hagitude year - our other great shared experience - I remember being so touched at the end of the last zoom by how many of you around the world offered me your homes should I have travelled this year as I mean to. And I did mean to. Yet only a month later I had that abrupt private understanding while away in Yorkshire that I’d been away from home too too often for writing events since 2018 and then care of Mum since 21. This year - two trips abroad for my daughter’s sake - I’ve barely left Lewes. Not even to walk on the Downs out at Firle, Rodmell, Southease, those places I used to spend so much time in.
Instead, I do loops of town like a rook before it settles into its tree at night to roost. Am learning the names of everyone I pass by on a regular basis: up to hundreds now, enough for it to be noticeable as I walk around - huge numbers of handwaves, nods, calls. And yet these people know nothing about me other than I’m the lady who ‘strides about’ or is at the gym the same time as them. A few find out somehow that I’m a writer, just from my first name, and I mourn a bit that they know more about me than I will them, but that’s the price of a book in the local Waterstones and library. Still getting used to it: what it means to be an open book for those who want to go there. So I try to make it harder for new people I meet to know I have one!
Aware this is turning into a long one, but I’m writing to you as a friend from faraway, and this a letter I’m about to walk down to the post box.
If I do ever recover an urge to travel, you know that arriving at your back door to sit in your kitchen is one of the first journeys I’d be hoping to take.
Tanya, I have a loop I also walk…we are both site attached birds. This was a beautiful writing, I’ll hold it dear, and maybe one day we can continue the conversation. Xxx
Oh Tanya, thank YOU so much for all your support to so many of us, your nurturing and encouragement. You have been a beacon for me when I have been lost on my creative journey, and I know you have touched so many others. Take care sweet lady xxx
I’m not entirely gone from online life… have been having real fun on Bluesky last fortnight, when I didn’t ever imagine feeling at home in a social media space again. Very twitter 16/17… lots of images of rooks, pylons, trains to excite my eye. Links to people’s essays here and elsewhere but without all the other stuff you have to see here and elsewhere to get to them. Perhaps we might still be connected over there?
If not, know I hold perpetual the thrill of finding you in my Ilkley workshop back in October 22, after choosing you the previous year for their mentoring scheme. And then to find Steve, another mentee, in the room too. Really was one of the highlights of that year out on the road so much.
I haven’t been able to read many of your Priestley project pieces yet as I’ve been out on scaffolding for weeks. But I’m looking forward to reading them as a series over the Christmas holidays so more from me then. xxx
I will certainly check you out on Bluesky and keep in touch, I hear good things about it. Ilkley was a thrill wasn't it, I hold it very close. Some very interesting insights came from there.
Interestingly, we are getting scaffolding put up As We Speak! xxx
Hope Gods willing to be ‘there’ tomorrow evening. As you know you and your values have always been an inspiration for me and I’m sad but also intrigued to find out you are withdrawing from writing just now. ✊💪💋
Ever grateful to you Lesley for being the first voice to speak up the time I was being piled onto onlne. Will never forget your quiet courage. And I hope that if - years from now - I do have a book in the world again that you might be one of its early readers. I’m having fun over Bluesky this last fortnight after thinking I’d no longer be online at all (beyond keeping my insta and X open as reminders of a gone time). Posting rook photos and reposting other people’s essays - very Twitter 16/17 - serious play. No awful algorithms hiding us each from each, and no ads (so far). Hope we might still see glimpses of each other’s places/days over there? xx
I can understand the change of direction, and yet I still hope that at some point in the future you will move towards a different stage again, perhaps take up your pen again. I hope there is peace in everything you do, I am immensely grateful to your writing.
Tanya, forgive me, I’ve only just seen this post as I don’t often visit Substack these days. I wanted, if not too late, to add my thanks to the long list here who are both sad to say goodbye but immensely grateful to have come across you. I will never forget how kind and generous you were during my nervous mentoring hour with you and how much it meant subsequently to have you read my small contributions to your community here. Lines from your book still ring through my head, your bravery and authenticity still speak to me and inspire me, the lists of books and authors you kindly shared over the years here and elsewhere continue to challenge my thinking and understanding. I wish you everything good and true in this next stage of your life. Thank you again, so very much x
Oh Donna - what a beautiful message from you to me. Thank you. I’m also not here often anymore, and am about to turn off commenting on the project for the first time in its four year lifespan while I review all the content and decide on what to leave open. So to see this from you just before I spent some time away from it entirely feels like a blessing on all what came before now. Our mentoring call lasts in memory, and my respect for you is lasting too. Thank you for trusting me with your stories. xxx
Congratulations, Tanya, on all you've achieved, but also for recognising when it's time to move on. The quietness of working by oneself on a physical project is a joy, and rewarding, and something I myself have only discovered in later life. Much love and happiness to you. 💕
Thank you so much, Ali. Lovely to think of you also living in this way xx
Tanya, thank you for what you have offered in that public part of your life..and totally get that you chose to do things differently right now.. I came across you through the hagitude program and the cure for sleep was my book of 2022… it got me in the gut, stays with me and I thank you for its authenticity
What kind words, Amanda. Thank you. I never get over the shy but fine feeling to know my book meant something to someone. And what a deep and wide experience we all shared on the extraordinary Hagitude program. What a space she created and held for us all. xx
Wishing you quiet joy and peace in this next stage. Thank you for encouraging me to write more, to read more broadly and to pursue the path of mentoring that you have offered so widely and generously. Your impact on so many writers, thinkers, and community builders is inestimable. Sending love and hugs from our little corner of France. Barrie x
And I still do hope to visit you there, although it will be the year after next I think before I start hoping you and others’ might have a few days to spend with me. Feel absolutely clear that I want to be mainly town-based in this coming year - as in this one - until my children are through their GCSEs/A Levels and moves to sixth form and uni. After that, I will be loading up my rucksack, getting a train pass and planning my route. I think you plan to be at the farm for the long term? Or have I got that wrong? xx
That suits perfectly … next year is a year of adventure to mark my milestone birthday … a month-long cycle for me, from Forres in Scotland to meet up with JoJo in Faro … then a couple of months of interrailing. So we’ll mostly put the growing part of the farm to bed for a season … we’re encouraging some friends to take advantage of the space when we’re away. We’ve chatted about another few seasons here before shrinking down to a smaller place in a town with a regular market, a health centre and a couple of eateries to while away our lunchtimes. A river close at hand for JoJo’s dipping and quiet roads for pedalling. Wherever we are, you and your rucksack will be so so welcome. X
I love how you both plan these adventures and home bases both. Whether it’s the farm or a town, when we do meet finally I know it will be a wonderful feeling xx
Looking forward to the event. Thank you for sharing so much of yourself, and thank you for curating the stories of others. I've been longing to add more stories, even as a silent year of endings has unfolded for me here. I will unfurl and write again and add some more. Thank you for keeping the invitation open.
Thank you Michelle - and for the soulful glimpse on Bluesky of all your prompts printed out xxx
Thank you Tanya, I have been wondering how you are. I received tremendous benefit from your inspiration to share true soul stories. I honor your wordless year of physically building structures with your hands. I have also had a wordless year. I've been a writer my entire life and I'm sure this dry spell is needed, an outpouring of words sometimes can be exhausting that needs a different outlet to gather and sort experiences, the silences can be fertile ground for creative wellsprings! Sending love and gratitude for all your inspiration and generous offerings. ❤️ xo
Here’s to these seasons between stories - or the seasons that come when all our tales have been told. Ever glad that our writing paths crossed and that I was entrusted with your stories for this project. Thank you xxx
Stopping is sometimes trickier than starting. Good luck and thank you so much. I have enjoyed painting my bungalow (well, actually just pointing at the missed bits) this year! Nesting is nourishing. Wish I could be at your talk but out listening to music. If you ever get to the jurassic Coast come walking with me. X
Yes, it took the first six months of this year to make sure all the many hundreds of people I had regular contact with with their writing lives had received replies from me rather than me simply disappearing. That was the right way to do it, although of course by this time last year (as I say in my post) I was - quite abruptly and absolutely - at the end of my own need to talk about my work, so there was a poignancy as well as effort to bringing so many rich conversations to a close. But so many of you who I’ve met through this project and others are people I feel I will - yes please! - travel to meet from next year onwards as and when you have time for me. And isn’t that a wonderful thing to come from stories shared - even more than the book in shops, the advance, all the more public stuff that comes at the start of publication. It’s this longterm change to how I feel in the world and the amount of good people I’ve met through it that lasts.
And I’m remembering now - all over again - the thrill of getting your first pieces through: that distinct voice… xxx
Tanya, so lovely to hear from you. You’ve been such a shining light for me. And although I feel a little sad that you are stepping away from mentoring (hopefully not from writing) it’s so good to see that you are following your own inner knowing. Feels like you are clearing some space for some new things and ideas to come. I’m still hoping that we might meet one day in person but for now I’m definitely planning to join the zoom. But if life intervenes, I wish you all the very best in any new endeavours. Much love, Elena xxx
Thank you Elena - this means so much to me, and your stories for the project were (and remain) so valuable. I’m not writing this year and only sometimes miss the feeling of working away at a story. Perhaps that will change in a few seasons and story-telling will come back to me in a new form, but I no longer wanted to feel that was the central part of my identity or way of earning my money. What that decision yields is a more full sense and appreciation of all I made and gave out - and was given in return - during these last 8 very public years. Treasured experiences. xxx
Tanya, whichever turn you take on the route you find yourself walking along in future days, I hope they lead to peace and calm, that the seasons gather you in their myriad coloured embrace and hold you gently until time speaks of wings and other things...
Thank you for your presence, your encouragement and love. xx
Thank you dear Susie, and when I do log on here it will be as a reader not a writer, and there will be your work to enjoy when I do. xxx
Thank you Tanya for all you’ve shared. Your honesty and generosity has been life changing for me. As a mother and woman (and emerging creator) you’ve been my North Star at different times over the years. Wishing you all the best once this stops. I will be thinking of you over the Australian summer as I sit by the ocean pool crocheting (with a huge nod to your book and creative work) and having conversations with people who stop and ask me what I’m doing. Wishing you love and joy
Oh how beautiful: ‘Thinking of you over the Australian summer as I sit by the ocean pool crocheting’ - love that feeling of being connected to you and others in this ongoing way: we all of us living our private everydays with more richness, or sturdiness, or purpose because of what we’ve read. I think that’s what I wanted most, since my early 20s when I first read Thoreau, to be honest: to write one book even a little in the lineage/spirit of his Walden and Whitman’s Leaves of Grass - those books that had me do my days differently ever after. So what you’ve said here is what I hoped for more than money, reviews, anything - just to feel part of the ‘human family’ (as James Salter writes about his main male character Viri in Light Years). Wishing love and joy to you too. xxx
Please don't reply to this. You are ending, after all. But know that…{full heart… too many words… tears? wtf!… regain composure}… know that your work has been and is a wonder… generosity, love, and depth in action, and now this; true following of your true life's thread into privacy, (when all the world loves an extrovert, and demands more, more more!). <3<3<3
But I must reply… heart too full after reading your words to stay silent. Thank you. And I’m not ending all contact with the online world: have been enjoying just playing and reading on Bluesky this last fornight - reposting old rook photos and my collecting tins, admiring people’s photos of pylons, trains, all the visual things that excite my eye. Reading other people’s essays too, but free over there of the algorithms that (for me) on here and most other online meeting places keep taking me away from the quietly observant and funny folk I want to be among. So I’m hoping you and others from here will also be over there sharing glimpses of where and how you do the days. It’s only my costume of a certain kind of writer in the world that I’ve taken off, literally (apron and headscarves now in a box under my bed) and as an identity. Time to read more than I write; listen more than I talk!
Really am touched by what you’ve written. Thank you xx
"Time to read more than I write; listen more than I talk!" YesYES. Beauty abounds in silence… ∞ <3
{Have not heard of Bluesky… will investigate!}
Thank you for being out in the world and seen. I have appreciated you commenting on my contributions to this project. Go well...x
Tanya, I think back to when I first heard of you. It was the interview with Katherine May. I don't know if I've ever ordered a book from overseas before, but I knew I had to read it no matter the postage fee, and since then have shared it with many people. The book is a treasure, as are you. This was the most enriching creative experience I've had. Your feedback was so encouraging. I learned to write tighter and to play in a way I never had before. Your generosity has been amazing and it's hard to express the depth of my gratitude. I love the Wild Women Salons, but tomorrow is Thanksgiving here in the US. This space with all the other kindhearted and talented creatives will be on my list of what I'm thankful for. I will look forward to watching the replay. I so admire the way you determine what your life needs to look like at each stage and then honor that. It makes me think about my own life in new ways. Enjoy your home-time, take good care of yourself, and if you decide to travel, the kitchen will always be open. Much love to you!
Dearest Sheila… the energy that pulsed through my screen when I received your first piece, and then each that came after. How I read every single one of them to Nye so that when I called out about a new substack I wanted him to hear, he always guessed your name first.
At the end of the Hagitude year - our other great shared experience - I remember being so touched at the end of the last zoom by how many of you around the world offered me your homes should I have travelled this year as I mean to. And I did mean to. Yet only a month later I had that abrupt private understanding while away in Yorkshire that I’d been away from home too too often for writing events since 2018 and then care of Mum since 21. This year - two trips abroad for my daughter’s sake - I’ve barely left Lewes. Not even to walk on the Downs out at Firle, Rodmell, Southease, those places I used to spend so much time in.
Instead, I do loops of town like a rook before it settles into its tree at night to roost. Am learning the names of everyone I pass by on a regular basis: up to hundreds now, enough for it to be noticeable as I walk around - huge numbers of handwaves, nods, calls. And yet these people know nothing about me other than I’m the lady who ‘strides about’ or is at the gym the same time as them. A few find out somehow that I’m a writer, just from my first name, and I mourn a bit that they know more about me than I will them, but that’s the price of a book in the local Waterstones and library. Still getting used to it: what it means to be an open book for those who want to go there. So I try to make it harder for new people I meet to know I have one!
Aware this is turning into a long one, but I’m writing to you as a friend from faraway, and this a letter I’m about to walk down to the post box.
If I do ever recover an urge to travel, you know that arriving at your back door to sit in your kitchen is one of the first journeys I’d be hoping to take.
Much love and gratitude in return xxx
Tanya, I have a loop I also walk…we are both site attached birds. This was a beautiful writing, I’ll hold it dear, and maybe one day we can continue the conversation. Xxx
‘site attached bird’ - a good new way to think of myself! xxx
Oh Tanya, thank YOU so much for all your support to so many of us, your nurturing and encouragement. You have been a beacon for me when I have been lost on my creative journey, and I know you have touched so many others. Take care sweet lady xxx
I’m not entirely gone from online life… have been having real fun on Bluesky last fortnight, when I didn’t ever imagine feeling at home in a social media space again. Very twitter 16/17… lots of images of rooks, pylons, trains to excite my eye. Links to people’s essays here and elsewhere but without all the other stuff you have to see here and elsewhere to get to them. Perhaps we might still be connected over there?
If not, know I hold perpetual the thrill of finding you in my Ilkley workshop back in October 22, after choosing you the previous year for their mentoring scheme. And then to find Steve, another mentee, in the room too. Really was one of the highlights of that year out on the road so much.
I haven’t been able to read many of your Priestley project pieces yet as I’ve been out on scaffolding for weeks. But I’m looking forward to reading them as a series over the Christmas holidays so more from me then. xxx
I will certainly check you out on Bluesky and keep in touch, I hear good things about it. Ilkley was a thrill wasn't it, I hold it very close. Some very interesting insights came from there.
Interestingly, we are getting scaffolding put up As We Speak! xxx
Hope Gods willing to be ‘there’ tomorrow evening. As you know you and your values have always been an inspiration for me and I’m sad but also intrigued to find out you are withdrawing from writing just now. ✊💪💋
Ever grateful to you Lesley for being the first voice to speak up the time I was being piled onto onlne. Will never forget your quiet courage. And I hope that if - years from now - I do have a book in the world again that you might be one of its early readers. I’m having fun over Bluesky this last fortnight after thinking I’d no longer be online at all (beyond keeping my insta and X open as reminders of a gone time). Posting rook photos and reposting other people’s essays - very Twitter 16/17 - serious play. No awful algorithms hiding us each from each, and no ads (so far). Hope we might still see glimpses of each other’s places/days over there? xx
I can understand the change of direction, and yet I still hope that at some point in the future you will move towards a different stage again, perhaps take up your pen again. I hope there is peace in everything you do, I am immensely grateful to your writing.
Thank you dear Wendy. That means a lot. xxx
Tanya, forgive me, I’ve only just seen this post as I don’t often visit Substack these days. I wanted, if not too late, to add my thanks to the long list here who are both sad to say goodbye but immensely grateful to have come across you. I will never forget how kind and generous you were during my nervous mentoring hour with you and how much it meant subsequently to have you read my small contributions to your community here. Lines from your book still ring through my head, your bravery and authenticity still speak to me and inspire me, the lists of books and authors you kindly shared over the years here and elsewhere continue to challenge my thinking and understanding. I wish you everything good and true in this next stage of your life. Thank you again, so very much x
Oh Donna - what a beautiful message from you to me. Thank you. I’m also not here often anymore, and am about to turn off commenting on the project for the first time in its four year lifespan while I review all the content and decide on what to leave open. So to see this from you just before I spent some time away from it entirely feels like a blessing on all what came before now. Our mentoring call lasts in memory, and my respect for you is lasting too. Thank you for trusting me with your stories. xxx