adios
I had this sense yesterday – and again this morning – that it’s time to bring these weekday posts here at ‘couchsurfing at 70’ to a close. They’ve appeared, without fail, nearly two and a half years. I’m glad about that.
It doesn’t feel like there’s nothing left to say, from this space in this room. Not at all. It doesn’t really feel like anything. My Morning Pages are offering a daily treasure chest – I think I said/implied that yesterday – and a brand new offer has appeared about doing some writing for/with my son in Missouri. Like ongoing on-the-path-together stuff. We’ll see if it happens.
I think what’s going to happen here is, if I’m lucky to keep waking up to a new day, some of those days I’ll feel like saying something that feels worthy of my and a reader’s time that day, and I’ll come to this place of fun and vast opening, sadness and weird goofyness, and write whatever that is. And post it. That’s how it feels this morning.
So, until then.
Good afternoon thanks for the information betika
Writing for and with your son…❤️
It doesn’t get any better than that..❤️
I’ll miss reading them! Thanks for keeping them up for all of this time!
How exciting Buddy. I hope your new writing project goes well and that we still see you from time to time here or on Facebook.
Adiós to you too or cheerio as we say here in Scotland.
Buddy,
For what it’s worth, I check your posts out each day as part of my morning “wake up, check out what’s happening” routine. While I rarely comment, I usually find some kernel of wisdom and optimism in every one. I hope you find a way to continue your messages.
I am sure we’ll talk soon.