One: I wake in the new year on a boat. I sit and I drink coffee and nothing feels different, but everything feels possible. This has nothing to do with the new year of course, or a new me. This is life. Even when nothing is different anything is possible. Especially when nothing is different actually. This boat has the potential to sail anywhere in the world, but for now it is anchored and still. Everything is possible.
Letters from Lee Crutchley #012, ‘Seventeen Days in 2017’
I signed up to his mailing list months ago and I’ve had his old letters archive on reading-list. You can find it in his website too (leecrutchley.co.uk/email). When I started my tumblr around 2009/2010, he’s the guy behind Quoteskine and I often saw his works on dashboard. I admire him silently and quietly since then.
Lee Crutchley, how do I say this without being overtly exalted, I just love the way he expresses things from his perspective; it’s honest and vulnerable and all. It’s sad it’s melancholy but it’s just… genuine, sincere- it hits you home hard in some of the punches but it also give you some invisible power to be tough. Like, you have your space to be soft and having courage side by side. Not sure if this makes sense but I just- when I read this particular paragraph from his email-letter, I knew I love it since. Maybe because I feel that way too, something I need to hear in light of every things that goes on for now.
It’s just… I love to add people-who-gave-me-feelies names on my admiration book. The list keeps on expanding confidentially. It’s like a secret box of luminous people and you might be in it. As Van Gogh said, ‘Admire as much as you can, people do not admire enough’
PS: It’s June already oh my god.
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