Thank you so much, Pam. And, unaccountably, Little Stevie is doing much better. Not sure what is wrong with him. Not sure why he is feeling better. Just taking things one day at a time!
So, yes, that moment when folks shared their connections with poetry … and the poems they chose to remember … That was something I hold dear, too.
And you sparked it!
And I’m so grateful.
Grateful for the other moments buoying me these days, too. And almost all of them are just human interactions, simple surprises. Quiet irony.
I’m grieving over family members deaths and our country’s leadership astray. Yet even in the midst of my grief (and fear) there are constant, powerful acts of hope and love. In fact… and I hesitate to write this in case my statement might break the spell… It seems as if there’s magic afoot to maintain my balance and keep joy, beauty, and connection beyond bonding in my daily comings and goings.
The Jewish custom of sitting shiva when there’s a death in the family, of simply being present for the one grieving, is profound. Yet there is magic in being present ourselves, too.
I’m realizing I’m Newton’s apple, unconsciously allowing myself to fall, to not wallow in grief- but simply to let go like a ripened apple. And somehow everywhere there are moments of compassion, connection, and beauty present.
And I’m thankful you are here this morning to share your thoughts and provide the opportunity for me to see my own.
And I’m glad Little Stevie is hungry and purring beside you, Sylvie.
My heart is with you, Maryli. And your description of grieving is beautiful. It's a long row to hoe, and I am glad you can find the ways to discover magic, and find compassion, connection, and beauty. I send so much love to you! -- Sylvie
Thank you so much, Faith! So far so good with Little Stevie. We're taking it one day at a time. Tonight he is roaring around the house playing, so that's a pretty good sign!
Dear Sylvia, a beautiful post, once again. And I listened to Albinoni's adagio in g minor and it brought tears to my eyes. One good thing, if we can do that.... thank you, Sylvia. With appreciation, Hasty
Thank you, Hasty. I know what you mean, too. I try to imagine that music amidst the rubble, dust, confusion, and sorrow. What an amazing tribute he made to those innocent victims of war.
It’s hard to know where to go or what to think in these times but I know poetry, art and music hold some of the answer for me…along with a beloved fur baby
I deeply appreciate your words. Thank you from my heart.
May each day with Little Stevie here on Earth be Blessed.
Thank you so much, Pam. And, unaccountably, Little Stevie is doing much better. Not sure what is wrong with him. Not sure why he is feeling better. Just taking things one day at a time!
So, yes, that moment when folks shared their connections with poetry … and the poems they chose to remember … That was something I hold dear, too.
And you sparked it!
And I’m so grateful.
Grateful for the other moments buoying me these days, too. And almost all of them are just human interactions, simple surprises. Quiet irony.
I’m grieving over family members deaths and our country’s leadership astray. Yet even in the midst of my grief (and fear) there are constant, powerful acts of hope and love. In fact… and I hesitate to write this in case my statement might break the spell… It seems as if there’s magic afoot to maintain my balance and keep joy, beauty, and connection beyond bonding in my daily comings and goings.
The Jewish custom of sitting shiva when there’s a death in the family, of simply being present for the one grieving, is profound. Yet there is magic in being present ourselves, too.
I’m realizing I’m Newton’s apple, unconsciously allowing myself to fall, to not wallow in grief- but simply to let go like a ripened apple. And somehow everywhere there are moments of compassion, connection, and beauty present.
And I’m thankful you are here this morning to share your thoughts and provide the opportunity for me to see my own.
And I’m glad Little Stevie is hungry and purring beside you, Sylvie.
My heart is with you, Maryli. And your description of grieving is beautiful. It's a long row to hoe, and I am glad you can find the ways to discover magic, and find compassion, connection, and beauty. I send so much love to you! -- Sylvie
So wise and beautiful! Thank you for your words and best of luck to your sweet and beloved kitty.
Thank you so much, Faith! So far so good with Little Stevie. We're taking it one day at a time. Tonight he is roaring around the house playing, so that's a pretty good sign!
Dear Sylvia, a beautiful post, once again. And I listened to Albinoni's adagio in g minor and it brought tears to my eyes. One good thing, if we can do that.... thank you, Sylvia. With appreciation, Hasty
Thank you, Hasty. I know what you mean, too. I try to imagine that music amidst the rubble, dust, confusion, and sorrow. What an amazing tribute he made to those innocent victims of war.
It’s hard to know where to go or what to think in these times but I know poetry, art and music hold some of the answer for me…along with a beloved fur baby
I think there are many answers, and we have to go where our hearts take us. For me, it changes from day to day.