I love your writing and I can’t put words to why or what it is specifically that calls to me because although you write with words, something comes through that is beyond words. Sometimes I feel it more than my mind’s attempts to grasp at it. And sadness has been an exploration for me for quite some time. I have wondered where it comes from? If it is possibly sometimes sadness of a group, ancestors or collective energy. I know that pushing away place, and that surprising edge of loving what I wanted to reform, extract, or simply get rid of. And nature is a magical place. It is easier to feel heaven there for me. And easier to feel things that need holding. I feel like your writing comes from a place like a dream, in the best possible way. Into the cracks wanting to grow and stuck instead in “figuring.”
Beautiful brave writing. A climb into nature that lifts the veil. Living alongside beauty and bearing the sadness that life entails. You honour nature in your writing. Thank you for taking me back with you.
I’ve experienced these feelings so vividly in the woods and especially in the desert. Your photos remind me so much of my own. The closeness I feel with the stone and the tree trunks, like I can feel their breath pass through me. The whispers the trees and rocks share with those who sit with them long enough to listen.
I love your writing and I can’t put words to why or what it is specifically that calls to me because although you write with words, something comes through that is beyond words. Sometimes I feel it more than my mind’s attempts to grasp at it. And sadness has been an exploration for me for quite some time. I have wondered where it comes from? If it is possibly sometimes sadness of a group, ancestors or collective energy. I know that pushing away place, and that surprising edge of loving what I wanted to reform, extract, or simply get rid of. And nature is a magical place. It is easier to feel heaven there for me. And easier to feel things that need holding. I feel like your writing comes from a place like a dream, in the best possible way. Into the cracks wanting to grow and stuck instead in “figuring.”
Beautiful brave writing. A climb into nature that lifts the veil. Living alongside beauty and bearing the sadness that life entails. You honour nature in your writing. Thank you for taking me back with you.
I’ve experienced these feelings so vividly in the woods and especially in the desert. Your photos remind me so much of my own. The closeness I feel with the stone and the tree trunks, like I can feel their breath pass through me. The whispers the trees and rocks share with those who sit with them long enough to listen.
It's comforting to see that there is Live without us ....and around us .