Dear (x) B-1.

I make it a point not to discuss my personal life and situation on facebook or social media, in general. Nor do I self-promote much, with a few exceptions that are … cogent to issues I am engaged with. The reasons are profuse, but most of them have to do with that not being what I am here to learn and do.

Nonetheless, this afternoon I received your significant donation. It is impossible for me to explain here what this means or how and who it assists.

Perhaps it should suffice to say that your donation was sufficient to account for most of my rent for next month. And right now, that has a lot more meaning and power… not just for me personally… but for all those with whom I learn and explore, stand and support as friends and allies… than I can or should here explain.

Many of those people have nothing or nearly nothing. A few of them only have me. I am the only person they can talk to. And be heard by, and know is with them, for them. And there are also a number of people who seem to have much, and are ‘successful’ yet are in precisely the same position. There is not even one person with whom they can truly speak or see, explore or attempt to understand. Except when we are together. This is not because there is anything great about me. It is simply because I love to be and learn with those who ache to be and learn, see and … transform.

I live in a situation where I am surrounded by and work with (a few) people who are ‘surprisingly well-off’ financially. I myself was once amongst their number, and served them. I still serve them. They cannot understand why I live far below ‘the poverty line’ and spend much of my free time being and living with and for people who have incredible struggles or have suffered cruel deprivations.

I do not generally charge fees for things or sell myself, although I am a partner in a small company that pays me very modest wages. I do not support advertising or receive funding from views or attention my work online receives. In fact, I effectively have to pay to be able to supply my work freely. And if you were aware of just how delicate and impossible that is… then you would know why when I received your donation I had to write this and some of why I write it through a veil of tears.

I’m not big on thank you’s that come in words. But you have this: my promise to express a form of gratitude that will reach as many as can find or receive the pollen of the flower of your kindness.

And to the others who have or may make similar contributions, I would be grateful if you would include yourselves in the address line of this letter. For you were with me when I wrote and felt it, before, after… and forever.

With my heart and hands,

D.