Rising this morning, I was recalling your words yesterday and had the thought that maybe what she is really longing for is already there, in herself- "For so long I believed the fire I carried pointed outward, meant to find someone, a moment that would gather everything into meaning." Beautiful words conveyed today. "I spun. Fool that I am."-You're no fool, love. You're no fool at all. And thank you for the link to Callum Stewart!
I think what I may be reaching for is that everything contains everything. That elusive still point, in the woods today they seemed to contain every season at once... But I think I have to wait for those thoughts to ferment a bit too. Thank you so much for reading.
Those moments - sometimes minutes... even hours...
They are transcendent.
You describe it so well.
It can be anywhere, really, any time. The trick is to allow yourself to feel it, don't you think?
Best Wishes - Dave :)
When I read you I can always breathe better, I love your words!
What a beautiful thing to say, thank you. And actually, that's just how it felt today. 💙
Rising this morning, I was recalling your words yesterday and had the thought that maybe what she is really longing for is already there, in herself- "For so long I believed the fire I carried pointed outward, meant to find someone, a moment that would gather everything into meaning." Beautiful words conveyed today. "I spun. Fool that I am."-You're no fool, love. You're no fool at all. And thank you for the link to Callum Stewart!
“I am done standing at the edge of my own life.”
That line landed deeply. The joy here feels earned, embodied, and free. Grateful to witness this turning toward the fire.
Thank you, and your recent writing, helps us understand how to hold that gently 💙
I think what I may be reaching for is that everything contains everything. That elusive still point, in the woods today they seemed to contain every season at once... But I think I have to wait for those thoughts to ferment a bit too. Thank you so much for reading.