I went up early because I was restless, because for the first time my life has no clear path ahead, and I am caught in an unavoidable, interminable pause.
Thanks for sharing! Let’s stay soft. The Nothing has no chance against a well tended bed, and a mended heart. I felt identified, as a dream worker, and as someone who’s been rebuilding trust lately.
i loved the way this moves from searching for answers to simply making one careful choice after another... the line --Nothing comes from nothing-- stayed with me... by the end... making the bed no longer feels like avoiding the emptiness but quietly refusing to surrender to it.... thank you for such an honest piece.
sometimes the smallest choices are the ones that quietly keep us moving forward... even when they don't feel like progress at the time.
thank u again for writing it.
also... if u ever feel like reading something in a similar reflective space... i'd be happy to send u a complimentary copy of my debut novel the signals you ignore... no expectations at all... i'd just love to know what u think if u ever get around to it.
Thank you for reading, that’s incredibly generous and I would love that, especially seeing as I am just about to post something about seeing the signs, but not knowing in which direction they pointed! How lovely!
hi sylvie 😊 just letting u know i've sent the link in a DM. if u don't see it, it might be in your message requests. kindly let me know if you’ve recieved it. hope u enjoy the journey.
I understand that feeling of wanting someone to share the little moments with.
I remember sitting outside our villa in Majorca years ago looking out across the sea. From the outside I probably had everything anyone could ever want, but inside something was missing.
I just wanted someone who noticed the sunset, laughed at silly things and wanted to sit there with me.
I think sometimes the little things are actually the biggest things of all 🌹
I'm so glad you understood, makes it easier somehow, most of life seems to happen in those small quiet moments doesn't it. Thank you so much for sharing that memory. 💙💙
Thank you Sylvie 💙 Your writing really captured that feeling. I think it’s often those tiny everyday moments that end up meaning the most when we look back 🌹
Sylvie Muir, the fresh white sheet floating down over the bed gives this piece its quiet force. After the restless night, the unanswered longing, the missing coffee, and the sense of being caught inside the Nothing, that small act with the sheet becomes a way of staying present without pretending the ache has passed. The care given to the bed, the slippers, the corners, and the softness turns ordinary homemaking into resistance against disappearance. Thank you for writing with such delicate honesty about loneliness, waiting, and the courage it takes to remain soft when life has grown quiet.
The line “Nothing comes from nothing” stayed with me. There’s something profoundly human about continuing to care for a life that feels paused, trusting that meaning will return before certainty does. 🌹
It's tough, surviving... Doing chores, doing this and that. Forget to do some human connection. A space hollow, a time of silence, a body reaction to routine... Was I there? yes. A wound so deep it disrupt living. Thank you for sharing the moments, Sylvie.
She couldn't wish for herself yet.
So she changed the sheets instead —
corners pinned,
pillow fluffed,
gossamer edge pressed
between wall and bed.
Not because it helped.
Because hands
that know what to do
can carry a person
through a night
when the mind
cannot.
— AËLA
Thanks for sharing! Let’s stay soft. The Nothing has no chance against a well tended bed, and a mended heart. I felt identified, as a dream worker, and as someone who’s been rebuilding trust lately.
https://irregularjoe3.substack.com/p/dreaming-a-dream?r=89qyga&utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&utm_medium=web
Sometimes it’s hard to achieve, but I can’t help thinking it’s the only way…
i loved the way this moves from searching for answers to simply making one careful choice after another... the line --Nothing comes from nothing-- stayed with me... by the end... making the bed no longer feels like avoiding the emptiness but quietly refusing to surrender to it.... thank you for such an honest piece.
I think at certain times that's all you can do, make tiny choice and do the little things with presence.
i think u're right...
sometimes the smallest choices are the ones that quietly keep us moving forward... even when they don't feel like progress at the time.
thank u again for writing it.
also... if u ever feel like reading something in a similar reflective space... i'd be happy to send u a complimentary copy of my debut novel the signals you ignore... no expectations at all... i'd just love to know what u think if u ever get around to it.
Thank you for reading, that’s incredibly generous and I would love that, especially seeing as I am just about to post something about seeing the signs, but not knowing in which direction they pointed! How lovely!
what a lovely coincidence 😊
now i'm even more curious to read your next piece.
i'll send u a DM with the link... i hope our two pieces end up talking to each other in some small way.
Thank you! I can't wait. It's sounds like they will. 💙
hi sylvie 😊 just letting u know i've sent the link in a DM. if u don't see it, it might be in your message requests. kindly let me know if you’ve recieved it. hope u enjoy the journey.
This is beautiful.
I understand that feeling of wanting someone to share the little moments with.
I remember sitting outside our villa in Majorca years ago looking out across the sea. From the outside I probably had everything anyone could ever want, but inside something was missing.
I just wanted someone who noticed the sunset, laughed at silly things and wanted to sit there with me.
I think sometimes the little things are actually the biggest things of all 🌹
I'm so glad you understood, makes it easier somehow, most of life seems to happen in those small quiet moments doesn't it. Thank you so much for sharing that memory. 💙💙
Thank you Sylvie 💙 Your writing really captured that feeling. I think it’s often those tiny everyday moments that end up meaning the most when we look back 🌹
Sylvie Muir, the fresh white sheet floating down over the bed gives this piece its quiet force. After the restless night, the unanswered longing, the missing coffee, and the sense of being caught inside the Nothing, that small act with the sheet becomes a way of staying present without pretending the ache has passed. The care given to the bed, the slippers, the corners, and the softness turns ordinary homemaking into resistance against disappearance. Thank you for writing with such delicate honesty about loneliness, waiting, and the courage it takes to remain soft when life has grown quiet.
Thank you, yes that's exactly it. I remembered to simply be present, partly by taking care in the details. S💙
The line “Nothing comes from nothing” stayed with me. There’s something profoundly human about continuing to care for a life that feels paused, trusting that meaning will return before certainty does. 🌹
Profoundly difficult to trust, but somehow I still do. Thank you 💙
It's tough, surviving... Doing chores, doing this and that. Forget to do some human connection. A space hollow, a time of silence, a body reaction to routine... Was I there? yes. A wound so deep it disrupt living. Thank you for sharing the moments, Sylvie.