Thank you Deborah. Fierce and tender is well caught. Healing is a word that has never carried any weight for me, ( and of course there is a story therein) and yet I feel your witnessing deeply. Thank you. Perhaps, becoming, is more my language. The art of being broken sounds like the title of a magnificent essay. I am sure you have written it over and again. I appreciate your being here today. 🙏
Oh Paul, this feels like such a fierce, tender claiming of the self ... the kind of truth that doesn’t need to be seen to be real. Your words land this morning with the weight of someone willing to heal through their experiences rather than trying to rise above them.
"spilling my coffee" even brought back a poem I wrote in my thirties about happiness being the art of being broken ... thanks so much for the nudge to remember. 🙏💖
This line is really interesting: my diminishment will invert you. I get it, and also I’m still trying to understand it! And then, brokenheartedness… fuel for my gratitude. There’s so much there. Truth, tragedy, and even hope.
Thank you Aliyce. I understand how a piece can land and not land at the same time. Perhaps I would offer up a different triad against your truth, tragedy and hope. Mine would be life, loss and understanding.
Thank you Deborah. Fierce and tender is well caught. Healing is a word that has never carried any weight for me, ( and of course there is a story therein) and yet I feel your witnessing deeply. Thank you. Perhaps, becoming, is more my language. The art of being broken sounds like the title of a magnificent essay. I am sure you have written it over and again. I appreciate your being here today. 🙏
Thank you for a moving and lovely way to start my Thursday.
From the title to the trees photo to the words to the Cat Stevens sweet song to @deborahgregory comment and your reply to her …
💙🩵🤍🤍🩵💙🐝
My pleasure. 🙏❤️
Oh Paul, this feels like such a fierce, tender claiming of the self ... the kind of truth that doesn’t need to be seen to be real. Your words land this morning with the weight of someone willing to heal through their experiences rather than trying to rise above them.
"spilling my coffee" even brought back a poem I wrote in my thirties about happiness being the art of being broken ... thanks so much for the nudge to remember. 🙏💖
This line is really interesting: my diminishment will invert you. I get it, and also I’m still trying to understand it! And then, brokenheartedness… fuel for my gratitude. There’s so much there. Truth, tragedy, and even hope.
Thank you Aliyce. I understand how a piece can land and not land at the same time. Perhaps I would offer up a different triad against your truth, tragedy and hope. Mine would be life, loss and understanding.
Yours is the calmer, and probably wiser triad!
Lol. I have the advantage of having written the poem. 😂
Well, yes, unfair advantage!