I so look forward to my time with your words. The wisdom and truth and beauty they weave, and I delight when they bring in things I have said for myself, though sometimes I say them more harshly, less eloquently. And then your gentleness washes over me and I feel more gentle with myself, and so learn more gentleness. Thank you for you Chloe. Sending much love.
Dear Chloe, the Universe has spoken to you and the Universe is speaking to me in a similar way, with similar themes in the music of the words of human hearts, and I suspect in the hearts of all things animate and inanimate.
In particular I have been meditating on death as the precursor to life. In the religious tradition which cradled me I learned these words of Jesus: “Unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed, but if it dies, it bears much fruit.” And a relationship that has been long-standing is dying; I have come to see that it must die.
It has been a long journey through a very dark valley that has brought me to this place. I had just finished writing down some thoughts about death and love in the context of this pain. I had walked away from my laptop and then sat down again. I happened to check my inbox and saw your email and I listened to and read your post.
So take heart and be encouraged that you are indeed a healing person. If it is true, as is said in the therapeutic world, that abused people abuse, then it is also perhaps more profoundly true that healed and healing people heal.
You are on the path of healing and I am so very thankful for the courage that prompted you to begin writing and the skill and precision and beauty with which you do so.
Every time I see your name in my inbox I know I’m in for a treat. Your words stir my soul like no other. Thank you for everything you’ve shared this year. 💛
‘Scattered points of light only resolve into a constellation when enough distance is gained to see the whole sky.’ Stunning.
“to pierce the narratives that had blocked the view“
I was an adult when I came to the awareness that being a motherless daughter did not make me a victim — which is what much of the cultural narrative led me to believe.
As an adult, when I reflected with my own pen, I recognized the “freedom to become” that lived in that darkness. I was afforded opportunities for independence, experience, and growth that my peers did not have.
Learning how to own and script my personal story became the greatest gift in the loss.
Wow. This piece resonated with me. So many "things" on which to meditate. First and for now how expectations (assumptions) of a particular kind can be built on a sense of entitlement. How different is hope from expectations. I have to dwell with this.
A famous person was recently described as an ‘odd duck’. I feel quite an affinity with that description. Rarely properly comfortable with others, happier with nature. I do just fine, but the awkwardness hits hard some days. Thankfully I’m at a time and place in life where it really doesn’t matter. Us odd birds, ducks and owls do just fine. Hugs dear Chloe. Sending you warmth and light from way down south. 🤗🤗
I hope you have some peace and beautiful birds over the mid-winter season. I plan to take your course in the new year once I have paid off my Christmas debts. 😊
One of my favorite lines and a feeling I share: "I wonder whether I was in fact raised by Birds, and my unease around human beings will one day wear off."
I so look forward to my time with your words. The wisdom and truth and beauty they weave, and I delight when they bring in things I have said for myself, though sometimes I say them more harshly, less eloquently. And then your gentleness washes over me and I feel more gentle with myself, and so learn more gentleness. Thank you for you Chloe. Sending much love.
Dear Chloe, the Universe has spoken to you and the Universe is speaking to me in a similar way, with similar themes in the music of the words of human hearts, and I suspect in the hearts of all things animate and inanimate.
In particular I have been meditating on death as the precursor to life. In the religious tradition which cradled me I learned these words of Jesus: “Unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed, but if it dies, it bears much fruit.” And a relationship that has been long-standing is dying; I have come to see that it must die.
It has been a long journey through a very dark valley that has brought me to this place. I had just finished writing down some thoughts about death and love in the context of this pain. I had walked away from my laptop and then sat down again. I happened to check my inbox and saw your email and I listened to and read your post.
So take heart and be encouraged that you are indeed a healing person. If it is true, as is said in the therapeutic world, that abused people abuse, then it is also perhaps more profoundly true that healed and healing people heal.
You are on the path of healing and I am so very thankful for the courage that prompted you to begin writing and the skill and precision and beauty with which you do so.
Thank you and happy holidays, my friend.
“We are owed nothing,”
LifeDeath does what DeathLife does.
Even to orphans.
...
“Slow and persistent,”
proximity and distance.
Remember, become.
...
Dark, potential-full,
“not punishment nor problem.”
As much womb as tomb.
Every time I see your name in my inbox I know I’m in for a treat. Your words stir my soul like no other. Thank you for everything you’ve shared this year. 💛
‘Scattered points of light only resolve into a constellation when enough distance is gained to see the whole sky.’ Stunning.
“to pierce the narratives that had blocked the view“
I was an adult when I came to the awareness that being a motherless daughter did not make me a victim — which is what much of the cultural narrative led me to believe.
As an adult, when I reflected with my own pen, I recognized the “freedom to become” that lived in that darkness. I was afforded opportunities for independence, experience, and growth that my peers did not have.
Learning how to own and script my personal story became the greatest gift in the loss.
Your words are poetry, wisdom, and beauty.
A kindred spirit..... I hear you Chloe.
Wow. This piece resonated with me. So many "things" on which to meditate. First and for now how expectations (assumptions) of a particular kind can be built on a sense of entitlement. How different is hope from expectations. I have to dwell with this.
the following from forgotten source (darwin?) may tend to illuminate the season:
"indeed it may be that songbirds taught us humans how to sing by influencing the evolution of human acoustic perception"
A famous person was recently described as an ‘odd duck’. I feel quite an affinity with that description. Rarely properly comfortable with others, happier with nature. I do just fine, but the awkwardness hits hard some days. Thankfully I’m at a time and place in life where it really doesn’t matter. Us odd birds, ducks and owls do just fine. Hugs dear Chloe. Sending you warmth and light from way down south. 🤗🤗
I hope you have some peace and beautiful birds over the mid-winter season. I plan to take your course in the new year once I have paid off my Christmas debts. 😊
You're writing is beautiful, poetic, and thought provoking. Thank you for sharing it. 🌚🌜🌞
One of my favorite lines and a feeling I share: "I wonder whether I was in fact raised by Birds, and my unease around human beings will one day wear off."
Wonderful words. Thank you.
Just this! Thank you for all that you share in the world. I hope your Solstice is deep, warm and filled with love ❤️
Thank you Chloe for these beautiful insightful words