Roxy, thank you so much. And yeah, I think heartbreak is just like....a constant state if you're paying attention. Which I guess...is okay. It means there's heart to break, right?
Thank you so so much for speaking about the suffering in Gaza, which sadly is a brave thing to do these days, although it shouldn’t be when children have died and are dying on both sides.
I continue to be surprised when people are upset that I write for children and against war, always. I always think...have they read anything I've ever written? Of course this is my stance! But people do get upset! And it's a damn shame. Because they are missing out on the whole damn thing. Thank you so much for being here.
You have such a way of holding together the beautiful and the horrific -- making our hearts break (collectively, in the pocket observatory community) out of both pain and love. Thank you, Meg.
That's a really generous thing to say. Thank you. Pieces like this are so tricky. Because ultimately, I wish this essay didn't have to exist. But because it does have to exist, I do hope it finds its way into people's hearts. Not because it's such a great piece of writing or anything. Just because...Idk...it's what I can do to try to soften the world. Little as it is!
I wish we didn’t have to try to wrap words around these terrible things, but I’m so glad you do.
Lindsey, that is so, so kind. Thank you so much being here. I promise to write about something happy next time!
I mean, maybe?? 😅 we may just need truth-telling and mother-wisdom for the foreseeable future!
Gutting. Awful. Sublime.
I keep thinking about these three words. I don't know. They're stuck in my head. Something there, Marianne.
Heart-wrenching and I thank you. 🙏🏽💛🕊️
Thank you so much for being here, Stella. Wrenching is exactly the right word for the state of things, I think.
I feel like my heart will never stop breaking, ever :'( I'm so thankful for you, Meg, and the heart you write with.
Roxy, thank you so much. And yeah, I think heartbreak is just like....a constant state if you're paying attention. Which I guess...is okay. It means there's heart to break, right?
If your heart is breaking that means there's heart to break. This.
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Printing this to keep among my favorite pieces of writing 🌅
Elizabeth. Thank you. That is just really, really amazing to hear from you, a writer I respect so much.
You’re lending wind to my flagging sails! Thank you—I’m treasuring up your words!
Thank you so so much for speaking about the suffering in Gaza, which sadly is a brave thing to do these days, although it shouldn’t be when children have died and are dying on both sides.
I continue to be surprised when people are upset that I write for children and against war, always. I always think...have they read anything I've ever written? Of course this is my stance! But people do get upset! And it's a damn shame. Because they are missing out on the whole damn thing. Thank you so much for being here.
That’s the key isn’t it. The cracks. 💔 How many more can we take before we break completely? Is there any hope of mending?
I think you know how to write the ending of the story Camille! (Seriously. Write it so I can read it.)
You have such a way of holding together the beautiful and the horrific -- making our hearts break (collectively, in the pocket observatory community) out of both pain and love. Thank you, Meg.
SUCH a gracious way of looking at my work. Thank you so much, Christine.
This may be the only thing people need to read on this. Thank you.
That's a really generous thing to say. Thank you. Pieces like this are so tricky. Because ultimately, I wish this essay didn't have to exist. But because it does have to exist, I do hope it finds its way into people's hearts. Not because it's such a great piece of writing or anything. Just because...Idk...it's what I can do to try to soften the world. Little as it is!
"holy people in the shape of children" made me weep. Thank you for helping us hold all of this.
Oh Elizabeth, thank you for being here and holding it with me!
Oh my goodness, that last line. I burst into tears. 💔