I have found myself staring into the darkness, in hypnotised and horrified fascination. As if somehow, glimpsing the mangled and broken souls that seem to gleefully perpetuate and deepen this choking darkness will strengthen my armour against it. But I only feel more hopeless. More helpless. And so I will lift my face and stretch out my arms and meet the day with the grace of the Red Kites. Sending love, dear Chloe x
Hello Chloe, “see the whites of their glassy eyes”, l felt the smile as you read these words … l looked today into my sister-in-law’s eyes, as they shone the light of 35 years of love and laughter, stories of our friendship she can no longer speak, those we remember … she is in the throes of meeting “Death with the grace of a soaring Condor.” 🙏🌀💙
I love your writing so much! I haven’t had the blessing of reading it in a while to my great loss. Your words remind me that even in the dark, demonic depravity of our times, that light, beauty and meaning can emerge, especially from your pen to the hearts of so many who need it. Thank you as always, dear Chloe! 💕🙏🏽
Chloe, your words soar through my heart with the same majestic power and grace of a mighty Condor. I so resonate with this push and pull with surrender, and the ache to let go. “Flight is a holy intimacy with the world, one clearly reserved for those who know how to belong to it.” I have been sitting with these same thoughts, floating amid clouds of confusion as I try to find my way and belong to what “is”. As always, your beautiful words encapsulate these questions and longings. I will think of you as I gaze at the pair of kites that circle above my house each morning 💗🦅✨
Speaks to my state of mind these past few days. There's not enough understanding that we will have as we sift through darkness and try to make sense of it.
I have found myself staring into the darkness, in hypnotised and horrified fascination. As if somehow, glimpsing the mangled and broken souls that seem to gleefully perpetuate and deepen this choking darkness will strengthen my armour against it. But I only feel more hopeless. More helpless. And so I will lift my face and stretch out my arms and meet the day with the grace of the Red Kites. Sending love, dear Chloe x
Thanks, Chloe! Whooooosh!
Hello Chloe, “see the whites of their glassy eyes”, l felt the smile as you read these words … l looked today into my sister-in-law’s eyes, as they shone the light of 35 years of love and laughter, stories of our friendship she can no longer speak, those we remember … she is in the throes of meeting “Death with the grace of a soaring Condor.” 🙏🌀💙
I love your writing so much! I haven’t had the blessing of reading it in a while to my great loss. Your words remind me that even in the dark, demonic depravity of our times, that light, beauty and meaning can emerge, especially from your pen to the hearts of so many who need it. Thank you as always, dear Chloe! 💕🙏🏽
Chloe, your words soar through my heart with the same majestic power and grace of a mighty Condor. I so resonate with this push and pull with surrender, and the ache to let go. “Flight is a holy intimacy with the world, one clearly reserved for those who know how to belong to it.” I have been sitting with these same thoughts, floating amid clouds of confusion as I try to find my way and belong to what “is”. As always, your beautiful words encapsulate these questions and longings. I will think of you as I gaze at the pair of kites that circle above my house each morning 💗🦅✨
Thank you for this powerful post Chloe, so beautifully expressed. 🦅
Speaks to my state of mind these past few days. There's not enough understanding that we will have as we sift through darkness and try to make sense of it.
Such powerful musings and imagery. A lot to ponder on.
Thank you for this. How lovely and how true it feels.