This is dear to my heart. I love the way it was written and the poetic form. Your voice is a treasure. ❤️☀️❤️☀️
I too have a burned in memory of standing on the deck of a boat with my father. I’m about 20years old. Despite my age, I was observing him like the eyes of a 5 year old and then finally with eyes that had no age -just an old soul watching another soul. As usual not many words pass between us. My father’s specialty was conversations with no words. He was quiet and soft spoken. So, there we were two ageless souls (smile) on an impossibly hot summer day watching the sun make diamonds on the water. We were mesmerized by it and filled with a sense of wellbeing. It is a conversation I will never forget.
The older I get the more I thrive on the sunlight. On breezy mornings the sun on the leaves make the trees shimmer and project dappled light on the floor. The whole room feels alive. It lifts me up when my heart is heavy. I love it so much.
Sometimes when I read your comments it feels like I wrote the essay just to evoke the words from you. I wish you would share your work more. I'm going to send some stardust your way to gently encourage. Your voice is a treasure, for me. And I am certain it would be for many many others.
It’s so funny you should say that. I know you are writing for the public ,but your essays feel like personal letters to me. When I write a comment, I often feel like I’m writing a letter back to you. Your essays evoke emotions and images in me like quick fire. There is always so much more to say ❤️❤️❤️
I think I just posted it or restacked it, but I might have made a note of it - despite the technological terms and lack of substack literacy, I loved it.
Your writing is so pure, and honest. I feel like it's raw writing, but the good side of raw! The brave, essential side of raw!
This is dear to my heart. I love the way it was written and the poetic form. Your voice is a treasure. ❤️☀️❤️☀️
I too have a burned in memory of standing on the deck of a boat with my father. I’m about 20years old. Despite my age, I was observing him like the eyes of a 5 year old and then finally with eyes that had no age -just an old soul watching another soul. As usual not many words pass between us. My father’s specialty was conversations with no words. He was quiet and soft spoken. So, there we were two ageless souls (smile) on an impossibly hot summer day watching the sun make diamonds on the water. We were mesmerized by it and filled with a sense of wellbeing. It is a conversation I will never forget.
The older I get the more I thrive on the sunlight. On breezy mornings the sun on the leaves make the trees shimmer and project dappled light on the floor. The whole room feels alive. It lifts me up when my heart is heavy. I love it so much.
Sometimes when I read your comments it feels like I wrote the essay just to evoke the words from you. I wish you would share your work more. I'm going to send some stardust your way to gently encourage. Your voice is a treasure, for me. And I am certain it would be for many many others.
It’s so funny you should say that. I know you are writing for the public ,but your essays feel like personal letters to me. When I write a comment, I often feel like I’m writing a letter back to you. Your essays evoke emotions and images in me like quick fire. There is always so much more to say ❤️❤️❤️
I love this. Please keep writing back. And writing and writing in general.
I love everything that you have written here. ❤️
You must be a kindred spirit :) thank you!
I think I just posted it or restacked it, but I might have made a note of it - despite the technological terms and lack of substack literacy, I loved it.
Your writing is so pure, and honest. I feel like it's raw writing, but the good side of raw! The brave, essential side of raw!
I’m so grateful you enjoyed it and touched that you shared it 🤍✨✨✨
Here's a poem that I wrote just over a year ago when my light was dimmed but I sensed it was looking for me 💫💫 https://open.substack.com/pub/marusyaprice/p/new-home?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=2gv4h4
This is so gorgeous, brimming with light, wonder and magic. It was the perfect companion of my morning coffee. Thank you. 💫💫
Thank you for this. Sometimes I write something that feels so personal, and I really wonder if anyone will connect. And here you are. Thank you xoxo ✨
Oh, Kateri.. Your words spoke directly to my heart. Thank you. xxx
Beautiful. I am so happy you are in Soul Circle, otherwise I may not have found your lovely word weavings.