I wish that 8th grade teacher who accused you of plagiarism could read you today. Your writing has never been so focused, so clearly honest, so YOU. I’m so happy to be in your parade.
:: trying to catch my breath between torrents of tears ::
There's no way you could have known what I was experiencing the last two days and even a few minutes ago before I checked my email and found a flood of new subscribers. 'What the f@ck?' I said aloud to the empty room. And then, toward the bottom of the flood, I saw your post come thru, which I read, and then began to weep.
Your timing is impeccable. In my world, I might say providential. Your generosity of heart, your friendship touch me in the deepest part of my soulheart, where little, fragile me goes to hide or rest.
I love this, Liz. It is, totally, hard to put my finger on as well, but what you say about kind and well-intended comments about leaving the last year behind not quite “sitting right” deeply resonates. Having lost my beloved mum last year, and all that went with it, whilst heartbreaking, it is nevertheless not a year I want to “put behind” us as a family, but rather to hold close to our hearts, as we move ahead into the new one and the future. And I love what you say, too, about being so grateful for that. Thank you for these words. 🙏🏻❤️
I wish that 8th grade teacher who accused you of plagiarism could read you today. Your writing has never been so focused, so clearly honest, so YOU. I’m so happy to be in your parade.
:: trying to catch my breath between torrents of tears ::
There's no way you could have known what I was experiencing the last two days and even a few minutes ago before I checked my email and found a flood of new subscribers. 'What the f@ck?' I said aloud to the empty room. And then, toward the bottom of the flood, I saw your post come thru, which I read, and then began to weep.
Your timing is impeccable. In my world, I might say providential. Your generosity of heart, your friendship touch me in the deepest part of my soulheart, where little, fragile me goes to hide or rest.
Thank you for loving her. And me.
Thank you.
I love this, Liz. It is, totally, hard to put my finger on as well, but what you say about kind and well-intended comments about leaving the last year behind not quite “sitting right” deeply resonates. Having lost my beloved mum last year, and all that went with it, whilst heartbreaking, it is nevertheless not a year I want to “put behind” us as a family, but rather to hold close to our hearts, as we move ahead into the new one and the future. And I love what you say, too, about being so grateful for that. Thank you for these words. 🙏🏻❤️
I love this perspective! It is a privilege to keep going!
Wisdom, galore. Dropping pearls, Liz!
That last line made me cry! 🫶🏼
aw yes! Nietzsche wrote, “And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once." I swap out danced for cried. 🙏🏻