Tuesday December 26, 2017
From an email
In recent years I believed a gift had to have many moving parts:
First, a card, a language of otherwise indescribable gratitude. A love, living. A promise, dancing in the living room.
Second, a thought profound and seeing. A proof, light, opening the airways.
Third, a joke, folded into the side bed of the card and woven through the thought. A humble choice to make such vulnerable words a party of intention.
Fourth, a practical container, one that said The Inside Counts Best Here. I Have Used My Time Solely For The Contents. I Have Neglected The Wrapper On Purpose.