And when your face begins to disappear, who are you?
Dear Gabriella, please forgive the brevity of my thanks. Your recent blog entry is one for the ages, and your honesty is its own eloquence. But it’s universal as well, because in revealing the truth about your physical malady, you have transformed it into a deeper, spiritual gift for all; that is to say, you have shown those of us who are willing to stop, look, and listen the face — or, as so often is the case, the many faces — we all keep hidden. You are the gift itself. And for this reason, the beauty and effectiveness of your communication, at least in my mind, far outweighs the courage it took for you to write it. Your story is a lantern that you bear, whereas your courage is simply a reflection of your self-knowledge. And that’s why I cherish our growing friendship, and look forward to each new thing you weave and write.
1.7.2011 #1 (recently acquired)