Dear Rachel, We have never met. I've never had one of your wonderful pies. Somehow I ended up on your newsletter list and started reading. I love your voice and perspective. You don't need to become a writer. You ARE a writer. And the world needs you to keep writing and to keep resisting the voices in your head that tell you to stop. You are changing the world and you started a revolution. The revolution is shifting but it hasn't stopped. Yours is a caravan of joy not despair. So keep being your sweet fabulous self and lean into grace (your words, but did you notice that I changed "little" to "fabulous" -- because you and your power are not little.
Gretchen, you are my friend because you are here and you have a voice or type and can communicate love. And isn’t that just what it’s about? I so wish I could squish your heart like a grandma squishes a precious little face. Your words melt like butter on this piece of warm toast. 💛
Rachel, as I was reading through your very heartfelt post, I was thinking of a book a dear friend of mine wrote. And then, there it was. Listen to Bruce. He knows what he's talking about. There is nothing wrong with you ❤️.
Dear Rachel, We have never met. I've never had one of your wonderful pies. Somehow I ended up on your newsletter list and started reading. I love your voice and perspective. You don't need to become a writer. You ARE a writer. And the world needs you to keep writing and to keep resisting the voices in your head that tell you to stop. You are changing the world and you started a revolution. The revolution is shifting but it hasn't stopped. Yours is a caravan of joy not despair. So keep being your sweet fabulous self and lean into grace (your words, but did you notice that I changed "little" to "fabulous" -- because you and your power are not little.
A fellow wanderer, worshipper and wayfinder,
Gretchen
Gretchen, you are my friend because you are here and you have a voice or type and can communicate love. And isn’t that just what it’s about? I so wish I could squish your heart like a grandma squishes a precious little face. Your words melt like butter on this piece of warm toast. 💛
Rachel, I’d like to suggest that any time you feel like a failure you’re probably using the wrong measuring stick.
The wrong stick--YES! Thank you. Do you have a stick I can use for a bit?
YOU AND PIE transform us all!
I love you so much friend. SO much. Also, hello! Gosh I miss you.
@pieporn
Rachel, as I was reading through your very heartfelt post, I was thinking of a book a dear friend of mine wrote. And then, there it was. Listen to Bruce. He knows what he's talking about. There is nothing wrong with you ❤️.
Oh my. Degrees of separation from Bruce right in this moment is like a holy nudge from the Universe. "Keep on" she whispered. Thank you Elizabeth.