I am utterly and absolutely brought to tears. Just when I do not know how to be in this world anymore, a poet arises. A gift presents itself. A lesson is offered. Thank you, Elizabeth 🙏♥️
I love the idea of words, precipitating out of the silence of that old meeting house. It's like rain. Or like a tiny "big bang" - there is nothing; then there is a universe, and we call it a poem. Thank you, Elizabeth, for your poem and for the link - and for reminding us how to give witness to the parts of ourselves we find, sometimes suddenly, blindly. Rain on!
I am utterly and absolutely brought to tears. Just when I do not know how to be in this world anymore, a poet arises. A gift presents itself. A lesson is offered. Thank you, Elizabeth 🙏♥️
And here we are, dear, beautiful Elizabeth. I am grateful for every part of you.💖
New molds to break my friend. Thanks for bringing us 'thinky' things worth revisiting.
Very brave and lovely, Elizabeth!
Thank you, it was a beautiful and poignant piece.
Write on, Elizabeth...
I love the idea of words, precipitating out of the silence of that old meeting house. It's like rain. Or like a tiny "big bang" - there is nothing; then there is a universe, and we call it a poem. Thank you, Elizabeth, for your poem and for the link - and for reminding us how to give witness to the parts of ourselves we find, sometimes suddenly, blindly. Rain on!
Oh, how your words hugs my heart. Thank you.
Beautiful!