May we always have love to give
An ode to a new angel
I never met them. Never looked into their eyes. Never held their hand or had a conversation with them over a cup of tea.
But in their life, and in their death, Andrea is one of my dearest teachers, guardian angels, and way-showers. Not just for their poetry, but for their vulnerability. Their struggles. Their hope. Their tenderness. Their love. Their modeling of the messy, magnificent, devastating heart of humaning.
Loves, we are all going to die. May these three articles from Andrea Gibson from their substack Things That Don’t Suck remind you, as they did for me, to lean into others, look life in the eye, show up even in the messy middle.
RIP, Andrea Gibson. Thank you for being YOU so fully, shakily, joyfully, fearfully, wisely.
I’ll be putting this picture of Andrea on my ancestors’ altar in October
Andrea’s last article; this is love.
Thanks Ash for bringing reminders of this beautiful teacher being to us.
I've read the first, and look forward to reading the rest. This speaks to me for so many reasons, thanks.