“Writing doesn't stop time, but it can be a little jar where we can capture the little lights of it.”
What a beautiful way to describe why these old pieces matter. You didn’t stop those years from passing, but you preserved enough light that fifteen years later you could open the jar and find those little hands again.
And now you’re doing the same thing with the quiet car rides at twenty-five.
Beautiful piece, Shawna. Keep filling the jars. ❤️
“Writing doesn't stop time, but it can be a little jar where we can capture the little lights of it.”
What a beautiful way to describe why these old pieces matter. You didn’t stop those years from passing, but you preserved enough light that fifteen years later you could open the jar and find those little hands again.
And now you’re doing the same thing with the quiet car rides at twenty-five.
Beautiful piece, Shawna. Keep filling the jars. ❤️
Thank you Jay 😊
That’s exactly how I see it, Shawna. 🌟 The past may shape us, but it doesn’t have to author everything that comes next.
And I love the way you put it—the future isn’t washed clean by time, but it can still become something different.
Thank you for giving that truth such a hopeful ending. ❤️