Susi, you know, I have always read slowly, though voraciously. But I think that's less because of language processing and more because I feel I must sit with the meanings, fully comprehend what's going on, before moving on. Though now I wonder--I might not have developed that response yet as a young child. Maybe I did read fast as a kid--? Did/do you?
This is a beautiful piece. This part especially struck me: "You were the girl who held words like blown glass, like a fire, like water coursing through your hands since the day you were born."
So beautiful 🤩. My grandson taught himself how to read at 2 1/2 years old. He absolutely astonished us with his proclivity for words. He read everything he could get his hands on ... until he started attending public school.
"How can anyone say anything when meaning hangs in the very air, refracting light into every mote and cell?" Yes, this is what the world feels like. Thank you for articulating it.
Beautiful, Rebecca. I especially loved this: "How can anyone say anything when meaning hangs in the very air, refracting light into every mote and cell? Enveloped in language, you are the woman who listens, who sees."
People at school thought I was mute in preschool, too.
Beautiful writing, as always, gorgeous metaphors and turns of phrases. You and I are different yet the same, maybe yin and yang. I was chastised in school for excessive talking but I never said what I really needed to say. I didn't know how. I always wanted a friend where we could wear the twin necklaces that was each a half of a heart. I have found that friend in you, wearing our shared necklaces of words.
“Who could ground you to pass mere folded notes across rows of desks?”
So good. You write with such eloquence and beauty, Rebecca! ❤️
Thank you so much, my friend.
Such a bittersweet, good story. Did you read ultra-fast, too?
Susi, you know, I have always read slowly, though voraciously. But I think that's less because of language processing and more because I feel I must sit with the meanings, fully comprehend what's going on, before moving on. Though now I wonder--I might not have developed that response yet as a young child. Maybe I did read fast as a kid--? Did/do you?
This is a beautiful piece. This part especially struck me: "You were the girl who held words like blown glass, like a fire, like water coursing through your hands since the day you were born."
Ah, thank you, Christina!
So beautiful 🤩. My grandson taught himself how to read at 2 1/2 years old. He absolutely astonished us with his proclivity for words. He read everything he could get his hands on ... until he started attending public school.
Kim, it makes me so sad when school dims the desire for language and story.
I keep telling him that he is going to be a writer 😊
Clearly! It’s in his genes :)
"How can anyone say anything when meaning hangs in the very air, refracting light into every mote and cell?" Yes, this is what the world feels like. Thank you for articulating it.
Thank you for being here and understanding, Carri!
Beautiful, Rebecca. I especially loved this: "How can anyone say anything when meaning hangs in the very air, refracting light into every mote and cell? Enveloped in language, you are the woman who listens, who sees."
People at school thought I was mute in preschool, too.
Thank you, Tiffany! And I’m not surprised; you see the world so deeply.
We girls ponder so much in our little autistic hearts. Why speak when so many don't know how to listen, or may not understand even when they do?
Beautiful writing, as always, gorgeous metaphors and turns of phrases. You and I are different yet the same, maybe yin and yang. I was chastised in school for excessive talking but I never said what I really needed to say. I didn't know how. I always wanted a friend where we could wear the twin necklaces that was each a half of a heart. I have found that friend in you, wearing our shared necklaces of words.
Beautifully written. Thankyou
Beautiful and moving!
Beautiful! I feel this 💜
Beautiful! Love! ❤️