You have created here a charming story from such a tiny event. I swear, Matt, there are stories to be written EVERYwhere, and you do an expert job of it. Thank you for the inspiring model.
Thanks Matt. I didn't have time over the weekend so I saved this piece for today when I could sit down and enjoy it with my morning coffee, not rushed, but able to savor. I so appreciate your writing. It forces me to slow down, to examine life in a measured way, to think about the small moments that are so precious. Thank you.
I find revisiting an old piece of writing really peculiar at times - was this written by a different person, a way better writer than the me today, can I (and if so do I want to) make it 'better'? Great stuff Matt, and thought provoking as ever, thank you
I think I reached a point when I realised that the writing I loved the most was that which was truthful to the thing seen and the sensations felt. And that to enjoy writing means caring not about the 99 people who don't want to read, but just the 1 who does. That's a wonderful opportunity for crafting ideas and exploring language. And forever grateful to have one more reading here: thank you.
Oh, Kirstie. I feel you. I scoured a blackened saucepan of my daughter's yesterday –- one that a week earlier she'd given up on not being able to use again for cooking. I got it shinier than brand-new and felt such a ridiculous surge of emotion at not having been able to remedy the problem sooner for her. I so miss each girl not having their sister around too. x
How wonderful to remember the details of such moments. You were actually present there with your daughter, rather than somewhere else in your mind, worrying, planning, pondering, and distracted. Thank you for sharing.
You have created here a charming story from such a tiny event. I swear, Matt, there are stories to be written EVERYwhere, and you do an expert job of it. Thank you for the inspiring model.
Thank you, Sharron. Tell me about the small and parochial every time: always full of life and rich in story.
All one needs is a clear and watchful eye.
Perfect.
Glad you enjoyed.
Thanks Matt. I didn't have time over the weekend so I saved this piece for today when I could sit down and enjoy it with my morning coffee, not rushed, but able to savor. I so appreciate your writing. It forces me to slow down, to examine life in a measured way, to think about the small moments that are so precious. Thank you.
So generous, thank you, Matthew.
I find revisiting an old piece of writing really peculiar at times - was this written by a different person, a way better writer than the me today, can I (and if so do I want to) make it 'better'? Great stuff Matt, and thought provoking as ever, thank you
I think I reached a point when I realised that the writing I loved the most was that which was truthful to the thing seen and the sensations felt. And that to enjoy writing means caring not about the 99 people who don't want to read, but just the 1 who does. That's a wonderful opportunity for crafting ideas and exploring language. And forever grateful to have one more reading here: thank you.
Gorgeous piece Matt. There is a real lack of small humans in my life right now, and I miss those magical moments
Oh, Kirstie. I feel you. I scoured a blackened saucepan of my daughter's yesterday –- one that a week earlier she'd given up on not being able to use again for cooking. I got it shinier than brand-new and felt such a ridiculous surge of emotion at not having been able to remedy the problem sooner for her. I so miss each girl not having their sister around too. x
You drew me in to your tiny, intimate moment. Beautiful.
Thank you, Ali. So glad you enjoyed.
How wonderful to remember the details of such moments. You were actually present there with your daughter, rather than somewhere else in your mind, worrying, planning, pondering, and distracted. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks so much for reading, K.C.