“Micah, the weight you give to words makes them feel like something we hold, not just read.” — Michael M. Brownstein (His comment on “Response to ‘Letter to a Friend Who Doesn’t Know the Meaning of War’”)
This comment will stay with me. I rarely meditate on responses to my posts. Rarely, fully take in the depth and the breadth and height of praise or acknowledgement. I wish I was better at receiving it all, but something within me resists. I drank this one though — small and savorous sips to make it last. And each sip was better than the last.
These words cut through. Rarely does that happen. Rarely do I read a comment that lifts me up and carries me through the day like this one. I was all smiles when I read it. It was like finding a hidden treasure. I buried it again quickly feeling like I found it too soon. Like Christmas. Even after peeking at what’s inside, I put it back and waited until morning to unwrap.
Words are like that. They mean more when we unwrap them at the right time.
Never feel rushed. Never feel in a hurry when generous words are given to you. They won’t spoil. They won’t rot. There is no expiration date on genuine praise. Cherish them. Savor them. Imbibe them. Abide in them. Let them lift you and hold you above the clouds. Let them tuck you in. Let them kiss you goodnight.
I am honored to be a carrier of words. I’ve been given so many. I can’t hoard them to myself. I must pour out, so all can be filled.
Micah, your words in response to Michael’s are true art that is the creation between two writers. ✍️ Such a deep connection exists between that which is created between two artists.
I love your words Micah . They always find the trail that leads deep into the natural green forest of my being, where streams of imagination trickle by and the birds sing.
I'm so glad you share them.