Dear Kim ... I've got an Uncle Bobby too ... and he and my dad and all the uncles and two aunts hailed from tiny Perryopolis ... not that far from Pittsburgh, so . . . no such thing as a coincidence that we're connected once again. Sending the subtle strength of a hug and the gladness that a simple song on my page pulled at the right feelings of the power of your emotions. Use them now to send all the love you can 'round Uncle Bobby and trust he'll feel it and know an inner smile splashed back your way.
(Best I can do, but my spirit's out there with you ... glad we're sharing some PA fam)
Dear make-me-get-grin Kim-Robin, I could not produce any finer way to thank you for the warmth you reflected back, following the warmth that *Peppers and Zen* stirred in real life. I really do hope/trust you are encountered with a similar experience and someone close urges you to "set it to story" -- for you do that so well. ~ Kate, quite absolutely
You thank me for having *JOY*, Miss Kim*Robin? ... (lovin' the music while I'm here, feeling on the moors with a mist and almost a bagpipe moment with Deva spirits a'peekin' through the forest)
Your vignettes speak well so they rather call folks on over.
You see, you've trained them well.
~ Curiousity of the Kate where value=vignettes come out to play shall absolutely be there . . . joy, pleasure and occastionally a neat smirk at the turn of one of your phrasings . . .
Just got to the 'Magic Shores' part of the tinkling like a hidden water's crystal waterfall-pool ... superb taste ... many thanks for your note on a damp but brilliant-hued fall day when I must first attend a funeral, all the while wrapped in concern of sickness of a friend and colleague, rallying others to help. Little did you know what your light gentle words would do to *fortify* ... quite absolutely.
Kim, I quite like your writing. Your style is unpretentious and clean, and your sentences have such a nice flow and lightness. You paint pictures and tell stories so well; they always leave me thinking and reflecting.