Hey rebel,
This isn’t your usual letter.
It’s a note.
Left behind.
Taped under a chair.
Found by a rogue child on a mission from the Homestead of Unschooling.
He tugged my sleeve and said, “Was someone trying to hide this?”
No, I told him.
They were trying to save it.
Here’s what it said:
To the freedom lovers of London and beyond —
Thank you.
For showing up.
For hugging without hesitation.
For proving — again and again — that potlucks are more powerful than parliaments. And that a folding chair at a farmhouse can hold more truth than a whole year of Question Period (Grant’s laugh would’ve erupted right there).
These connections matter.
Not just in moments of mourning.
Not just when someone like Grant is honored.
But always.
So check in.
To remember you're not crazy — just awake in a world that punishes clarity.
If you’re feeling off, or lonely, or like you’ve been taped under a chair yourself...
You’re not forgotten.
You’re part of something.
To Grant Gordon and to every freedom-loving local:
Keep gathering.
Keep each other close.
And as always — let’s keep moving.
Paul (Private) †
Honorary Steward of Grant’s Law of Gathering
TheExitLetter.com
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P.S.
Grant would’ve read this, grinned, and then handed you a Druthers.
🥠 Rebel Fortune Cookie:
“The answer you’re seeking is hiding in a potluck, not a poll.”
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