Here in blogland, is it all about essence? Is it about our inward nature, our true constitution? Who we really are?
I read your posts and sometimes think... That’s it! This person knows my soul. This person knows my truth. Like art shouted from the wall or music whispered in my ear.
I know they know.
When I don’t post photos of myself, I feel like what you see is my essence. My quintessence. Without distraction. My agelessness. My full human range, from silly to serious. From smothered to smitten. From saint to slacker. From me to you.
And I kind of like it.