Grief is a guitar, which is how I can feel simultaneously hollowed out and also like my nerves are taut strings that in the wrong hands will create discordant notes.
I’ve probably shared these photos before. There are many from that Timothy James Beck gathering during a better April. I pick these three today because when I look at these faces, I see everything I need to know and feel about letting my friends cradle that guitar and keep the music playing softly, sweetly–and honestly.
The power of words…. You are powerful. I am crying and not sure why. Hugs, peace, love to you.
Thank you, Nora–you’re one of the friends who sustains me.
these are sweet… the sentiment too… i wonder what’s happening on the top pic? Tim looks mad…. my favorite of the three is the bottom (as it were).
In the first photo, Tim looks like he’s taking you seriously. At least it’s not his “Not another Uncle Dwight joke” face.
I think it’s my “She thinks she’s being frickin’ sly, but I know that woman is taking another damn picture of us” face
Sounds familiar…
hmmm…. you could be right… it does kind of have that look to it. 😉
Not that you’ve ever had that look.
Those three are lovely photographs (and lovely-looking men).
Has the Timothy James Beck era run its course or will there be more in the future?
I wish I knew the answer to that. I’d like to write with them again, but it seems impossible to coordinate schedules. We never say never.
In which case I’ll hang on to the hope. I’ve read the whole (so far) series twice and must be due another round. I’m going to get Chris to read my copies.
Aww–that’s really nice to hear, that you’ve not only read but reread them. Thank you.