KIN…
Pride prompt, with much thanks to all who read, relate and be.
KIN…I have been thinking a lot about this one. Kin:
K kind
I individuals
N network
That’s the simple way of thinking of it. Yet, I believe we all find our people when we choose to interact with each other. We don’t have to agree, we just have to listen. So often here on SubStack I have found individuals, I would be proud to call family (KIN). And some of them really see me. They understand the frustrations of the solitary and often sedentary lives we lead.
I have read so many poems, stories, and notes that make me feel as if these people, YOU people, are KIN. When someone leaves a comment it makes my heart soar. It gives me pause, to think someone took the time to read my thoughts.
I do not have a large following, or subscriber network. But I do have the few the loyal the encouraging souls that read my words.
If that is not KIN, I don’t know what is.
Thank you to all who have dropped a note, a message or comment or even clicked on the little heart ❤️ 💙💜💛🖤💛🧡🩶🩵and drove through. 🚙
Each one makes a difference in this writer’s life.
Write on Dear Ones, Di
Jay.
Diana—
The moment I saw the photo, I lit up. That’s the Progress Pride LEGO set—I have it too. Each color, each figure, each hairstyle and expression—chosen with care, celebrating the full spectrum of who we are. It’s one of the few objects in my space that feels like it truly belongs. Seeing it in your post felt like recognition.
And your words? They echoed that same spirit. You didn’t just write KIN, you embodied it. You shaped something steady and generous, a space where presence is enough. I felt welcomed. Not because of performance or polish—because of truth. Because of care.
Thank you for letting us into that space.