This was so heartfelt and beautifully written. I’m really sorry for your loss—thank you for sharing something so tender and honest. Your words brought a quiet kind of comfort.
Sorry for your loss, love. I have been there. I am there so I know. No words. Just clunching in heart and the need to hug and be hugged. And waking up each day realizing with today's eyes that this loss happened, is still happening. 💔
I love the expression 'today's eyes' and I love that your yoga mat is tangerine (I am not that courageous. Mine is black, chosen with the idea that it is easier to keep clean) and you like I leave your imprints on it every morning. And I love that these imprints left on my mat and in the most profound parts of me made me immediately replace the word 'fly' with 'sink'.
" Life is like stepping into a boat which is about to sail out to sea and fly.”
Because this has become my vision, my 'today's eyes'. Softer, more loving, hopeful this heartsight of mine even when my body aches and I do not want to wake up to 'this really happened, this is happening'... even on my worst day. And it is a miracle. Because as Andrea Gibson wrote: 'We can cry and sing at the same time'. This is what I do. This is what I hope to do through life. Maybe you will be able to do this too. When ready. For your loss. For life. For the beautiful marmelade memories of this life. Return to your art. Return to the people who need and love you. Return to your mat. Your resuscitation is awaiting. Heart high. Fly lovely. Or if the best you can do today is keep afloat and cry, this is absolutely okay too. Sending you a lingering hug and my love.
What a warm heart hug you’ve penned here with your gorgeous words Danni. I feel seen & embraced. I am also inspired & encouraged. Yes! We can “cry & sing at the same time!” And it occurs to me how I so often do!! Your heart sight is 20/20 my dear friend. I love how you’ve echoed back to me with beautiful artistic bits of yourself “marmalade memories”… “return to your art… people who who need & love me, my mat.” “My resuscitation is waiting.” 🥰💫
Gorgeous. And I already have. I’m breathing it all in-including your tender support. With gratitude 🙏♥️
I really do feel you. And this gives me as much, probably more than it does you. I need this type of connection. Your sharing matters to me so much, as do you. More love. Love more than everything because we know how to feel broken and still feel full. Here we are. And this perhaps holds me more than any other words in the moments when nothing else works. I AM HERE. (Yes you are) 💕
Your reflections remind me that revision isn’t just about poetry. It’s about self, about memory, about letting light return in pieces. I’m so sorry for your loss. And I’m grateful you found a way to create, even in the midst of such ache. That’s not small……it’s everything!!
Thank you for reading & taking the time to write a thoughtful, kind comment. I so appreciate you sharing that my words brought comfort. It brings me gratitude to know this.
This was so heartfelt and beautifully written. I’m really sorry for your loss—thank you for sharing something so tender and honest. Your words brought a quiet kind of comfort.
Sorry for your loss, love. I have been there. I am there so I know. No words. Just clunching in heart and the need to hug and be hugged. And waking up each day realizing with today's eyes that this loss happened, is still happening. 💔
I love the expression 'today's eyes' and I love that your yoga mat is tangerine (I am not that courageous. Mine is black, chosen with the idea that it is easier to keep clean) and you like I leave your imprints on it every morning. And I love that these imprints left on my mat and in the most profound parts of me made me immediately replace the word 'fly' with 'sink'.
" Life is like stepping into a boat which is about to sail out to sea and fly.”
Because this has become my vision, my 'today's eyes'. Softer, more loving, hopeful this heartsight of mine even when my body aches and I do not want to wake up to 'this really happened, this is happening'... even on my worst day. And it is a miracle. Because as Andrea Gibson wrote: 'We can cry and sing at the same time'. This is what I do. This is what I hope to do through life. Maybe you will be able to do this too. When ready. For your loss. For life. For the beautiful marmelade memories of this life. Return to your art. Return to the people who need and love you. Return to your mat. Your resuscitation is awaiting. Heart high. Fly lovely. Or if the best you can do today is keep afloat and cry, this is absolutely okay too. Sending you a lingering hug and my love.
“Here we are”- “broken & full.” 🥰 Beautifully so.
What a warm heart hug you’ve penned here with your gorgeous words Danni. I feel seen & embraced. I am also inspired & encouraged. Yes! We can “cry & sing at the same time!” And it occurs to me how I so often do!! Your heart sight is 20/20 my dear friend. I love how you’ve echoed back to me with beautiful artistic bits of yourself “marmalade memories”… “return to your art… people who who need & love me, my mat.” “My resuscitation is waiting.” 🥰💫
Gorgeous. And I already have. I’m breathing it all in-including your tender support. With gratitude 🙏♥️
I really do feel you. And this gives me as much, probably more than it does you. I need this type of connection. Your sharing matters to me so much, as do you. More love. Love more than everything because we know how to feel broken and still feel full. Here we are. And this perhaps holds me more than any other words in the moments when nothing else works. I AM HERE. (Yes you are) 💕
Your reflections remind me that revision isn’t just about poetry. It’s about self, about memory, about letting light return in pieces. I’m so sorry for your loss. And I’m grateful you found a way to create, even in the midst of such ache. That’s not small……it’s everything!!
Thank You for your kind reflections my friend.✨💗 It means a lot that you took the time to read & share your thoughts. Xo
I’m sorry to hear that. Enjoy the time with your friend and remember him. That’s important for everyone
Thank you for your kindness.
“Each piece asks something of us requires us to listen.“
Beautiful
Sorry for your loss.
May you have buoyancy…
Thank you
@Prajna O'Hara - Thank You Friend🙏♥️
Thank you for reading & taking the time to write a thoughtful, kind comment. I so appreciate you sharing that my words brought comfort. It brings me gratitude to know this.