to hallow: honor as holy
“Ho-leeee cats!” Thalia admires their postcard practice. “Who nuuuuu we could?”
“It is —” Nia peers above her readers, “cute.”
“Yes, and…” Calliope clears her throat, “… magical, too. Cute little kitty peering into the night sky… ready to ride a shooting star.”
A shooting star is a symbol of hope, a sign that there is light even in the darkest of times.
~Unknown
Writing is my happy creative place 💚
Splendid postcard! Your initials on the postcard remind me of the imprint from a signet ring. Maybe in the future that could be part of book promotions and signings? 🤷🏽
I realized something from Tal’s responses today. She speaks from her heart. Honestly and vibrantly. Uninhibited. WYSIWYG. Her self-confidence reservoir is filled to overflowing.
I’m beginning to wonder if Nia is a bot, in need of much more training in human connecticating. Simply muttering “cute” - almost a criticism - signals a nearly empty “emotiveness” reservoir. She needs a hug!
Cal’s decision a while back to express herself and show a measure of confidence always delights me! I’m inclined to think she drew the whiskers on the cat to show her mettle. Maybe not ready for the entire night sky, yet wanting to leave her mark! What would she produce with a post card entirely just for her use?
And always dear to my heart LoveLetterist, you chose Van Gogh’s palette of blue and grey for this night sky! And executed same with a deft touch!
Do you think we, all your followers, could make contributions so Nia can attend connectication boot camp? Protest though she might, deep down she knows it would be a gift to her being. 😊