I love that. Thank you so much for sharing that!! I just had that same thing happen last weekend - Royal Ballet in London. It was so so good. And thought - I had no idea that I needed that exact thing. Art is so mysterious! ❤️❤️❤️ still hoping to get out there early in the New Year. 😘
Another amazing piece Kara. I marvel at your capacity to look straight on at the grittiness and transcend it, not through abandonment but through love. And a hot bath!
Thank you friend!! Yes, it’s a love story to Cath and Brooklyn, of course, but also to God. I STILL cannot get over that Doug happened to walk by me just then. At that exact moment. It’s insane. It’s one of the treasures of my life, that day. I’m so touched that it’s moved some of you guys too! ❤️💕🙏
Kara, my friend… I hope you can feel this as much as you read it.
What you wrote is absolutely fabulous. Truly extraordinary. The way you shape memory and atmosphere is its own kind of choreography. Every sentence feels lived in and carried, and I could hear your raspy voice moving through it like another instrument. It made the story even better, even braver, even more yours.
And I have to ask you something because I cannot get it out of my mind. How in the world did Doug Parry show up in Brooklyn at that exact moment? Out of all the people in that station, on that day, in that ice and chaos, why him? How does a person from another coast step forward just as you lose the ability to stand?
I will tell you how I see it. There are no coincidences. None. They are only God’s way of staying anonymous.
Your story is a reminder of that. A reminder that help arrives without warning, that we are carried when we cannot walk, that the city itself sometimes sends an answer. You captured all of that with a beauty and honesty that hit me right in the chest.
Thank you for letting me hear it in your voice. Thank you for the courage it took to write it. And thank you for the reminder that even in the coldest places, grace still finds us. ~ JJC
Aw geez, didn’t know I needed this. Thanks for the fortifying shot of..whatever I’m feeling right now 🙂
I love that. Thank you so much for sharing that!! I just had that same thing happen last weekend - Royal Ballet in London. It was so so good. And thought - I had no idea that I needed that exact thing. Art is so mysterious! ❤️❤️❤️ still hoping to get out there early in the New Year. 😘
Another amazing piece Kara. I marvel at your capacity to look straight on at the grittiness and transcend it, not through abandonment but through love. And a hot bath!
Yes!!! Still, the hot bath. Almost every night. ❤️❤️❤️🙏🙏🙏. Thank you So So much for your steadfast, faithful encouragement!
Thank you friend!! Yes, it’s a love story to Cath and Brooklyn, of course, but also to God. I STILL cannot get over that Doug happened to walk by me just then. At that exact moment. It’s insane. It’s one of the treasures of my life, that day. I’m so touched that it’s moved some of you guys too! ❤️💕🙏
Kara, my friend… I hope you can feel this as much as you read it.
What you wrote is absolutely fabulous. Truly extraordinary. The way you shape memory and atmosphere is its own kind of choreography. Every sentence feels lived in and carried, and I could hear your raspy voice moving through it like another instrument. It made the story even better, even braver, even more yours.
And I have to ask you something because I cannot get it out of my mind. How in the world did Doug Parry show up in Brooklyn at that exact moment? Out of all the people in that station, on that day, in that ice and chaos, why him? How does a person from another coast step forward just as you lose the ability to stand?
I will tell you how I see it. There are no coincidences. None. They are only God’s way of staying anonymous.
Your story is a reminder of that. A reminder that help arrives without warning, that we are carried when we cannot walk, that the city itself sometimes sends an answer. You captured all of that with a beauty and honesty that hit me right in the chest.
Thank you for letting me hear it in your voice. Thank you for the courage it took to write it. And thank you for the reminder that even in the coldest places, grace still finds us. ~ JJC