Dear D,
This presence is touching me, like a parachutist touches the sky, like a diver touches the water, like the lion touched by the lion tamer. As if we fell from the heavens and landed in the same backyard.
You show up poking fun at yoga, I poke fun back. Then I find you never went by your first name, and it is the same as a dear family member, my own poppa's mom. So I drive 75 miles one way to see you, and when you look up at me, your arm goes out for an embrace instinctively.
The common culture of life, homespun touches it all. If we aren't two peas in a pod, well, kick me out of the pod please. And on top of that, in all life's struggles, thankfulness is our common song. How wonderful, how uncommon, what a comfort!
With deep and tender affection,
LarryG
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9 comments:
The sweetness of the everyday...Very nice, sir.
:) Happy almost weekend!
Awww, kindred spirits :)
Happy Thursday Larry!
now that is true comfort!
nothing like the feeling of home!
smiles,
well kick me out of the pod; cause I am not leaving on my own... interesting letter today
Aww.
Southern comfort, Larry! :))
Lovely!
beauty and comfort in words!
Beautiful post, one of the best among other love letters.
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