Today, like many other times I have read your essays, I find myself holding my hand over my heart as I feel the ache mixed with an outbreath that releaves it. Shadow and light. Grief and joy... A delicate balancing act that is my humanity. As always, thank you.
You write so beautifully, holding all the paradoxes, the unanswerable questions, so tenderly in your compassionate heart and hand, capturing illusive and effervescent images with your pen. I wonder sometimes whether sorrow and joy hold vestiges, one of the other, within their variety of presentations as they manifest in our lives and the world.
Oh my gosh. I just knew I had to take the opportunity in the quiet of this morning, as I sip my coffee, to read your Fleeting, Breathing, Human Things post from yesterday. I’m so glad I did. It was so moving and rich with feeling and imagery. Thank you for putting into words with such clarity this process that kind of sums everything up. There are so many gifts of beauty and expressions of the love that holds each of us, every day and all day and night—if we wake to see them, they fill the cup of our heart and help us to hold what our minds tell us we can’t. That I should feel whole, despite the tears that fell while reading this, is not, after all, a surprise. Grief and joy walked with me as your words touched my heart.
Today, like many other times I have read your essays, I find myself holding my hand over my heart as I feel the ache mixed with an outbreath that releaves it. Shadow and light. Grief and joy... A delicate balancing act that is my humanity. As always, thank you.
What Janet said. A soothing dichotomy…
Thank you, Moe. Good to have you here :)
And thank you for your beautiful words, Janet ❤️✨
You write so beautifully, holding all the paradoxes, the unanswerable questions, so tenderly in your compassionate heart and hand, capturing illusive and effervescent images with your pen. I wonder sometimes whether sorrow and joy hold vestiges, one of the other, within their variety of presentations as they manifest in our lives and the world.
How can they not, right? Wholeness and non-dualism is so real to me. Thank you dear Edith xoxo
I echo what Janet has said but I want to add how I appreciate the effective way you integrate your photos with your writing.
Thank you for noticing that! I spend an indecent amount of time choosing or creating images. I love that part!!
i love you, Kateri🫶🏼💚🎨💫
And I love you!
Oh my gosh. I just knew I had to take the opportunity in the quiet of this morning, as I sip my coffee, to read your Fleeting, Breathing, Human Things post from yesterday. I’m so glad I did. It was so moving and rich with feeling and imagery. Thank you for putting into words with such clarity this process that kind of sums everything up. There are so many gifts of beauty and expressions of the love that holds each of us, every day and all day and night—if we wake to see them, they fill the cup of our heart and help us to hold what our minds tell us we can’t. That I should feel whole, despite the tears that fell while reading this, is not, after all, a surprise. Grief and joy walked with me as your words touched my heart.
Brokenness, beauty,
breathe alongside each other,
in the same moment.