Chloe, I look forward to listening to you every Sunday morning. Your pieces and the way you deliver them is like a meditation, only so much easier than that. Catching just tiny glimpses of the life events and circumstances that formed you makes the gift of your work that much more rare and precious. You are living proof of the philosophy you share in this piece. How could a girl alone in the world come to be so grounded and connected to the larger family that we all are part of? You are a wonder. Thank you for sharing your stories with all of us.
Ah, dear soul. I shed tears for your young self in that wild storm, so adrift, (and for the fact that you had guardians rather than parents!) and then I wanted to hug you and your fellow for caring about Daniel Radcliffe. I think a few of us have worried over him over the years! There’s an apparent vulnerability to him, coupled with all those years of being in the public glare. I too am relieved that he is married and seemingly happy.
Another beautiful heartfelt contribution. We are very connected, whether we know it or not. The last while has been difficult because there is so much hatred and pain and fear in the world, and it must affect us all in some way. But hopefully there is sufficient love and joy and hope to at least partially counteract that. And when we add in the connections of nature, let’s hope that positivity will win out.
I took a video today of around two dozen magpies happily eating and singing, fed I think by a fellow whose English was very poor, a migrant I gather. We find joy in very simple places. A smile, a warble, a connection without words. I am very thankful to live where I live and to be who I am. Thanks so much for being part of my life dear Chloe. Sending heaps of hugs and best wishes. 🤗🤗😘😘🥰🥰
Hola , Hermoso Relato , Cuando Somos Amables Con La Naturaleza , Ella Sabiamente Nos Regala Su Bondad. Me Gusto La Frase: Es Algo Profundamente Humano Anhelar Lo Que Ya Tenemos , Pero No Podemos Ver. Sabias Palabras. Un Saludo.
I do love the thought that we can be concerned for the suffering of real people and the Harry Potters, too - there is always room in the heart for more.
Chloe- Thank you for this amazing gift on a quiet Sunday morning. So many insights that land directly on my heart.
And in my ears. As a hearing challenged person with tinnitus, with the good fortune of being able to afford hearing aids, I have the option of inviting you inside my head. (Ah, technology.) I hadn’t yet. What if you didn’t read your words the way I have had you read your words for months now?
One sentence in and I was reassured, and by the end so glad I had made this decision. My 2 dimensional experience of your story became 3, maybe more. Hearing loss is insidious. I had started to accept the paring away of that sense and all the related emotions and experiences. Sound - like for you the crack of lightning in that field - connects in a powerful way.
So true, Chloe: “When we fail to see ourselves in others, we fail to see ourselves at all.” Many of mankind’s problems could be healed if people were more sensitive to others.
I think Chloe, just like the pheasants teaching their babes , we as human beings flourish in the presence and companionship of nature when we have a teacher .
But how rare it is to have an elder , someone in life that shows us how to feel .
How to close our eyes and listen.
How to love.
How to be stewards of all beings.
How all living organisms are interconnected
Most of us, even in wonderful family units did not have these lessons.
And I can’t even begin the conversation of how many human beings can not equate themselves to all human beings .
It brings tears.
Thankful is being able to come to this conclusion by yourself.
A very rare , precious teacher indeed.
Oh , and very glad to hear about Daniel. David is not the only one who randomly ponders kindness…
There's another one I remember - whose parent/s made his childhood disappear... The talented Michael Jackson...poor thing, as Henry Blofield would put it, poor thing...he, Jackson, spent a lot of his adult life, looking for his childhood, while bunch of self-appointed "pundits" made that stage difficult. Poor thing.
I also remember, (as a child myself) seeing that little kid, devoid of all clothing, naplamed, traumatised, (beyond my capacity to describe) running away from the hell she had been in, moments earlier, in the midst of...I can recall that black & white, full page picture in LIFE magazine, on our drawing room table.
I saw Apocalypse Now , once. 😱
Thank you for your courtesy & kindly allowing me to vent.
I too have googled to make sure Daniel Radcliffe is alright. Who are we. 🤣🥸 And that pheasant family jumped right off the page Chloe, beautifully captured. ❤️
Chloe, I look forward to listening to you every Sunday morning. Your pieces and the way you deliver them is like a meditation, only so much easier than that. Catching just tiny glimpses of the life events and circumstances that formed you makes the gift of your work that much more rare and precious. You are living proof of the philosophy you share in this piece. How could a girl alone in the world come to be so grounded and connected to the larger family that we all are part of? You are a wonder. Thank you for sharing your stories with all of us.
Ah, dear soul. I shed tears for your young self in that wild storm, so adrift, (and for the fact that you had guardians rather than parents!) and then I wanted to hug you and your fellow for caring about Daniel Radcliffe. I think a few of us have worried over him over the years! There’s an apparent vulnerability to him, coupled with all those years of being in the public glare. I too am relieved that he is married and seemingly happy.
Another beautiful heartfelt contribution. We are very connected, whether we know it or not. The last while has been difficult because there is so much hatred and pain and fear in the world, and it must affect us all in some way. But hopefully there is sufficient love and joy and hope to at least partially counteract that. And when we add in the connections of nature, let’s hope that positivity will win out.
I took a video today of around two dozen magpies happily eating and singing, fed I think by a fellow whose English was very poor, a migrant I gather. We find joy in very simple places. A smile, a warble, a connection without words. I am very thankful to live where I live and to be who I am. Thanks so much for being part of my life dear Chloe. Sending heaps of hugs and best wishes. 🤗🤗😘😘🥰🥰
Hola , Hermoso Relato , Cuando Somos Amables Con La Naturaleza , Ella Sabiamente Nos Regala Su Bondad. Me Gusto La Frase: Es Algo Profundamente Humano Anhelar Lo Que Ya Tenemos , Pero No Podemos Ver. Sabias Palabras. Un Saludo.
I do love the thought that we can be concerned for the suffering of real people and the Harry Potters, too - there is always room in the heart for more.
Thank you, Chloe Hope, so very much, for your beautiful, heartfelt writing.
Sending love & good vibrations rippling through space, to you & yours 🌻🎄❄️⛄🧘🌌🙏
Just beautiful, Chloe. I love the sweet sigh at the end.
Thank you for touching on the reality of our inner connectedness of life and others and the "tug and pull" of recognizing it in our lives.
Chloe- Thank you for this amazing gift on a quiet Sunday morning. So many insights that land directly on my heart.
And in my ears. As a hearing challenged person with tinnitus, with the good fortune of being able to afford hearing aids, I have the option of inviting you inside my head. (Ah, technology.) I hadn’t yet. What if you didn’t read your words the way I have had you read your words for months now?
One sentence in and I was reassured, and by the end so glad I had made this decision. My 2 dimensional experience of your story became 3, maybe more. Hearing loss is insidious. I had started to accept the paring away of that sense and all the related emotions and experiences. Sound - like for you the crack of lightning in that field - connects in a powerful way.
Best wishes,
Laura
So true, Chloe: “When we fail to see ourselves in others, we fail to see ourselves at all.” Many of mankind’s problems could be healed if people were more sensitive to others.
I think Chloe, just like the pheasants teaching their babes , we as human beings flourish in the presence and companionship of nature when we have a teacher .
But how rare it is to have an elder , someone in life that shows us how to feel .
How to close our eyes and listen.
How to love.
How to be stewards of all beings.
How all living organisms are interconnected
Most of us, even in wonderful family units did not have these lessons.
And I can’t even begin the conversation of how many human beings can not equate themselves to all human beings .
It brings tears.
Thankful is being able to come to this conclusion by yourself.
A very rare , precious teacher indeed.
Oh , and very glad to hear about Daniel. David is not the only one who randomly ponders kindness…
There's another one I remember - whose parent/s made his childhood disappear... The talented Michael Jackson...poor thing, as Henry Blofield would put it, poor thing...he, Jackson, spent a lot of his adult life, looking for his childhood, while bunch of self-appointed "pundits" made that stage difficult. Poor thing.
I also remember, (as a child myself) seeing that little kid, devoid of all clothing, naplamed, traumatised, (beyond my capacity to describe) running away from the hell she had been in, moments earlier, in the midst of...I can recall that black & white, full page picture in LIFE magazine, on our drawing room table.
I saw Apocalypse Now , once. 😱
Thank you for your courtesy & kindly allowing me to vent.
London sends you warmest regards 🌌🙏🫂⛄🧘🎄
I too have googled to make sure Daniel Radcliffe is alright. Who are we. 🤣🥸 And that pheasant family jumped right off the page Chloe, beautifully captured. ❤️
"to yearn for what we already have, but cannot see."
🙏🏾
Aimless flight
To catch the lift
Of updraft
Soaring on wind skill
Free dives and slow turns
To survey possibilities
And seek the thrill
Of freedom.
Chloe Hope
Death and birds
Family
Mjm on 3/5/24
Thanks for your post.
Thunderclap Soliloquy
A fissure of light
cleaves the firmament,
stops her dead
in drenched tracks.
Alone she thinks
wrongly, oh how wrongly!
The deluge her witness,
the mud an embrace.
Zephyrs caress
her tear-streaked face.
This squall her kin,
the family pined for
in folly. We humans
hunger for what
already holds us
unaware in its arms.
You never fail to make me cry. Cheers to being "too sensitive"!