Robin, I’m honestly beyond words. I’ve read your note twice already, and still I don’t quite know where to begin. Humbled, moved, full of quiet gratitude. I never imagined these prompts might hold that kind of resonance—and hearing this from you means the world.
Several others have shared something similar, and each time it lands differently. It’s not something I take for granted. It’s something I bow toward.
I’ve seen changes in subscriptions, too—lost some in the Wild Lionesses Pride, gained many in the Wild Lionesses Lookout. The hundred was a one-time spark. Yet I keep returning to this: numbers have never been the point for me. What truly counts is the connection we’ve built over these thirty days—and maybe beyond.
We created bridges, real ones. Across at least three continents. From Europe—my own messy, inherited, dearly loved home—to Australia and North America. And if anyone reading this joined in from another part of the world, I’d love to know. This wasn’t just a prompt list. It became a map of shared presence.
Robin, I treasure your voice in this. Your honesty, your steady showing up, your humor and your truth. Thank you for being part of this wild pride.
And thank you for reminding me why we do this at all.
I have so enjoyed the writing challenge and yes some days it was really tough.
This series of mini-essays has been wonderful to read everyday! Thank you! 💛🤍💜🖤
Robin, I’m honestly beyond words. I’ve read your note twice already, and still I don’t quite know where to begin. Humbled, moved, full of quiet gratitude. I never imagined these prompts might hold that kind of resonance—and hearing this from you means the world.
Several others have shared something similar, and each time it lands differently. It’s not something I take for granted. It’s something I bow toward.
I’ve seen changes in subscriptions, too—lost some in the Wild Lionesses Pride, gained many in the Wild Lionesses Lookout. The hundred was a one-time spark. Yet I keep returning to this: numbers have never been the point for me. What truly counts is the connection we’ve built over these thirty days—and maybe beyond.
We created bridges, real ones. Across at least three continents. From Europe—my own messy, inherited, dearly loved home—to Australia and North America. And if anyone reading this joined in from another part of the world, I’d love to know. This wasn’t just a prompt list. It became a map of shared presence.
Robin, I treasure your voice in this. Your honesty, your steady showing up, your humor and your truth. Thank you for being part of this wild pride.
And thank you for reminding me why we do this at all.
With love,
Jay
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