Your words hold so much truth and tenderness. Grief changes the face because it changes the heart, and the body simply follows. The lines that are deepening now are shaped by love just as much as loss, and I hear that in the way you speak about Kara. What a testament to a life that has known both joy and ache in equal measure.
I’m so sorry you are moving through this, and at the same time I am moved by the way you are witnessing yourself with honesty. Nothing about what you shared reads as a life diminished. It reads like a life marked by devotion, by presence, by the kind of love that leaves an imprint.
Oh my goodness, thank you. That means more than you know. I think the truth is that I just write the way I feel things, and sometimes the words land in the right order. Your work has its own depth and resonance, and I’m grateful our paths crossed. I’m just glad something I said met you where you are.
I hear your voice so loud and clear when I read this so quietly to myself. I know those lines. I’ve seen those lines, but not in you my friend. I see them in my own reflection. As always, your writing heals me as much as the nature around us. For who ever just commented and brought it back on the algorithm l, I thank you.
Your words hold so much truth and tenderness. Grief changes the face because it changes the heart, and the body simply follows. The lines that are deepening now are shaped by love just as much as loss, and I hear that in the way you speak about Kara. What a testament to a life that has known both joy and ache in equal measure.
I’m so sorry you are moving through this, and at the same time I am moved by the way you are witnessing yourself with honesty. Nothing about what you shared reads as a life diminished. It reads like a life marked by devotion, by presence, by the kind of love that leaves an imprint.
Thank you, from the bottom of my soul, Shelby. I swear, I wish I wrote essays half as well as you write comments :-)
Oh my goodness, thank you. That means more than you know. I think the truth is that I just write the way I feel things, and sometimes the words land in the right order. Your work has its own depth and resonance, and I’m grateful our paths crossed. I’m just glad something I said met you where you are.
Likewise, Shelby. Likewise.
I hear your voice so loud and clear when I read this so quietly to myself. I know those lines. I’ve seen those lines, but not in you my friend. I see them in my own reflection. As always, your writing heals me as much as the nature around us. For who ever just commented and brought it back on the algorithm l, I thank you.
Thank you, D! :-)
Yes, they are. Indicators of a life well lived. We've been through so much life by this age and our lines represent the depth of our experiences.
Yes indeed, my friend. I like that - depth of experience indicators :-)