Obviously adore this one — not just because I’m so lovingly mentioned — but because you precisely capture what those wildly confusing / isolating / erratically inconvenient and unavoidably all consuming times feel like. And for whatever it’s worth, your month of appearing nonchalant but extending so much kindness through yoga, topped off with reading your story that actually made our jaws drop, AND THEN rolling on the floor singing Natalie Imbruglia very much had me asking “why the hell aren’t we better friends?!” So glad to be there today. <3
Obviously adore this one — not just because I’m so lovingly mentioned — but because you precisely capture what those wildly confusing / isolating / erratically inconvenient and unavoidably all consuming times feel like. And for whatever it’s worth, your month of appearing nonchalant but extending so much kindness through yoga, topped off with reading your story that actually made our jaws drop, AND THEN rolling on the floor singing Natalie Imbruglia very much had me asking “why the hell aren’t we better friends?!” So glad to be there today. <3
Funnily, I also spent a month at that gorgeous, haunted Tuscan house, being the yogi in residence, while trying to write.