Thank you for your ongoing company in tears that know all of this and feel all of this. In my struggle for my own words to share, I am comforted by the words you so beautifully share.
As I walk slowly around my own sculpture of unease, it seems an impossible tangle of spikes and edges and ferrous objects that I can hardly imagine how to unwrap. And yet, as I listen to these meditative words, they conjure images of that which unarmours me, the single hop plant discovered down the lane and the ecstatic abundance of fly agaric sprouting in the woods this autumn, the bats that swoop and dart around the ancient yew and the family of foxes that I can just make out in the dusk across the field. Thank you, dear Chloe, for giving voice to what feels so inexpressible. I have been draw further into awakening through The Deep End, and I am grateful for the wake you cast as you move through the waters of life and that your ripples have reached this heart of mine.
Thank you for your ongoing company in tears that know all of this and feel all of this. In my struggle for my own words to share, I am comforted by the words you so beautifully share.
As I walk slowly around my own sculpture of unease, it seems an impossible tangle of spikes and edges and ferrous objects that I can hardly imagine how to unwrap. And yet, as I listen to these meditative words, they conjure images of that which unarmours me, the single hop plant discovered down the lane and the ecstatic abundance of fly agaric sprouting in the woods this autumn, the bats that swoop and dart around the ancient yew and the family of foxes that I can just make out in the dusk across the field. Thank you, dear Chloe, for giving voice to what feels so inexpressible. I have been draw further into awakening through The Deep End, and I am grateful for the wake you cast as you move through the waters of life and that your ripples have reached this heart of mine.