I read so many of your writings and can envision the town and the people of your memories, because they are the town and the people of my memories too.
You never fail to make me have unexpected emotions bubble to the surface when I read your thoughts on paper. Thank you for your 🎁 gift.
Well, my dear. If you're going to be sinner, do it Katrina Anne style. Rosary thief, I'm sorry but that crime kind of cancels itself out in my unlearned Jewish brain. Who steals a rosary other than an enlightened being. Great piece! xo
This is really beautiful, Katrina. It makes me a little achy— getting older is weird. Memories take on new dimensions, don’t they. Some seem so close you can touch ‘em. Sending you hugs friend 🫶🏻
The impermanence of it all... My brains nods in agreement, yet it's a major heart clutch for me, grinding the gears of what once was, and SO amazingly grateful for every bit of it. Not even aware when I was in it, that truly the holidays as a child, and then the ones when ours were young, are where my heart finds its nest once again to land within, and to sing. Your piece is helping me to remember... My gratitude dearest Katrina, and may warm blessings enfold you like a coat of many colors. 🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🖤🩶🤍🤎❣️
I read so many of your writings and can envision the town and the people of your memories, because they are the town and the people of my memories too.
You never fail to make me have unexpected emotions bubble to the surface when I read your thoughts on paper. Thank you for your 🎁 gift.
Merry Christmas Katrina
Well, my dear. If you're going to be sinner, do it Katrina Anne style. Rosary thief, I'm sorry but that crime kind of cancels itself out in my unlearned Jewish brain. Who steals a rosary other than an enlightened being. Great piece! xo
<3
Another beautiful one that tugged at my heart. What a gift you have 💛
This is really beautiful, Katrina. It makes me a little achy— getting older is weird. Memories take on new dimensions, don’t they. Some seem so close you can touch ‘em. Sending you hugs friend 🫶🏻
Oh crap, you made me cry—in a good tender way. Thank you, love.
And the tree—fantastic.
The impermanence of it all... My brains nods in agreement, yet it's a major heart clutch for me, grinding the gears of what once was, and SO amazingly grateful for every bit of it. Not even aware when I was in it, that truly the holidays as a child, and then the ones when ours were young, are where my heart finds its nest once again to land within, and to sing. Your piece is helping me to remember... My gratitude dearest Katrina, and may warm blessings enfold you like a coat of many colors. 🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🖤🩶🤍🤎❣️