Identifying my friends and readers.
- Elaine Kinkead
- Jun 18
- 1 min read
Beloved Friends,
Friends share something of their own. They like something a lot, and it can be superficial like "we like to stay up late" but just as important to them as, "we enjoy the silence, the forest."
Many times, friendship is a gift. The poet wrote: "Heaven gave its friend the pilgrim, shade, and he felt blessed."
A person addresses another person, by letter, in an affectionate way, even if they do not know each other, or there is no friendly relationship... properly established. The person calls the other person a companion, comrade, colleague, ally, buddy, a partner.
I write because I love my craft, and when I do, you become my friend, buddy, colleague, an ally, and I love you and think of you when I write, prose, or poetry. There is this feeling that there must be someone in the immense universe who finds resonance when they read my writings. They know as well as I do, that we live in the same dimension, share the same frequency, even though we have not met yet.
Maybe one day, I will meet you in a reading; admiring a work of art, or I already know you because we are colleagues, we have a professional friendship, or you are already my reader. My friends have no age, no ethnicity, what do we have in common? We value authenticity and meaning in another human being. And that is my motto:
"We value authenticity and meaning in another human being."
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hello!! I feel blessed because my mother and my aunt are story tellers, givers of knowledge and wisdom, now i'm spired to start my own journey as a humble writer.