This post was not sent to newsletter subscribers but posted here for posterity. It is a slightly edited farewell to my Facebook connections in anticipation of the closure of my account. Posted on my wall, 22 January 2025.

My final post. Wild that it's come to this. I have a couple things to say before I go. First, to get the basics out of the way, as I stated, this is the last post and link I'll share on this platform. I am still catching up with those of you who have reached out to me. If you haven't yet, please do. Soon, I will be gone from this platform. Again, here's the link and sign up for the newsletter if you want to hear from me regularly and always feel free to reach out or reply: Stars, Tentacles, and Healing Embrace
But let me say some last words here. I'm not going to miss this place, but it's strange to walk away from so many of you that I've known in so many ways, and for whom this would be our only connection. Many of whom have touched my life in ways you will never know, and I'll never have the chance to tell you. Till my death, I'll tell anecdotes about some of you who I may never see or talk to again. I'll never hear your laugh again. I'll never see a picture of your children, your grandchildren. I'll never see your smile or find joy at crucial moments of your journey. In other circumstances, I may have otherwise gotten around to telling you, despite the time and distance since we've last connected. Some of you have taught me, you have laughed with me, or even hurt me, and also healed me. Regardless of how, you have all touched my life in some way, large or small. And I'm grateful that I got to share a moment, if not so many moments with each of you. I'm grateful for the gift of just your existence in my life, whether for the length of a breath or a lifetime. Every breath is precious, and there is beauty in having shared even the smallest moments of connection. All of you are always welcome to find me. I welcome the gift of your presence in my life, and of the moments that you sacrifice to spend ever giving me even a passing thought. I think often about the ways we are all connected. Despite the terror in the world right now and the dangers so many of us face, I think of the ways we are all connected, even the connections we share with the ones who hurt us, and the forces that are built upon inherited pain that they also have felt. And I think about what it would mean to heal. Not just for me, but for you, for all the ones filled with love, and for the ones who have a hole where love has been replaced with something vile. I think of a tapestry that has been woven through the course of millennia. A tapestry that swaddles is as much as it strangles us. And I think about what it would mean to unweave that tapestry, and how we might hold each other again. Not in this lifetime. But again, someday, possibly a time out of time. We all feel pain, and for that, I hope for your healing and comfort. I hope for love in your life. Friendship, community, and connection. And if we never speak again. If there are four words you could etch into your memory when you think of me, I beg that you let it be these: no ends, only means