Our capacity to be heartbroken by the beauty and brutality of nature is, I think, evidence of our purpose - to nurture and protect it however we can. I am grateful for the golden threads that I can now perceive tying all of my pain to all of my love - you words are the gilded dust settling onto the threads allowing us to glimpse them. Thank you for these truths that allow me to look into the mirror and see the wrinkles and blemishes on my skin and silver threads in my hair with a compassion that I never could before. Much love x
So beautiful and brilliant — so graceful Chloe 🙏. Just today I am editing my next post — death offers a renewal for the soul, came a clarifying message from beyond, from John 🌀. The wisdom in your words, and your reading — a gift. Thank you. 💙
Oh, your last paragraph; ah, your last sentence. Thank you. (When friends confess their worry about the little birds during a cold snap, I remind them that Nature has supplied them with down jackets of the perfect size...)
I find myself breath subsuming into the words, hitched, paused, finding the in between that is all of this, inhaling again only because I know one line draws to the next. The timeless lives within time.
Our capacity to be heartbroken by the beauty and brutality of nature is, I think, evidence of our purpose - to nurture and protect it however we can. I am grateful for the golden threads that I can now perceive tying all of my pain to all of my love - you words are the gilded dust settling onto the threads allowing us to glimpse them. Thank you for these truths that allow me to look into the mirror and see the wrinkles and blemishes on my skin and silver threads in my hair with a compassion that I never could before. Much love x
So beautiful and brilliant — so graceful Chloe 🙏. Just today I am editing my next post — death offers a renewal for the soul, came a clarifying message from beyond, from John 🌀. The wisdom in your words, and your reading — a gift. Thank you. 💙
Wonderful and much appreciated 👏👏❄️🌟🐦
Every word of this is gorgeous.
Wow. Gorgeous and real.
Beautiful, my friend. Simply beautiful.
beautifully put, thank you.
Oh, your last paragraph; ah, your last sentence. Thank you. (When friends confess their worry about the little birds during a cold snap, I remind them that Nature has supplied them with down jackets of the perfect size...)
Profound message from a profound writer. No words for this gift ,only gratitude. Thank you
Yes! Thank you ❤️
Timely medicine. Needed a dose. Forgot melancholy was an old pal and was treating them rather shabbily. Gracias Señora Hope
I find myself breath subsuming into the words, hitched, paused, finding the in between that is all of this, inhaling again only because I know one line draws to the next. The timeless lives within time.