I have been catching whiffs of something dead all week. I haven’t seen an actual body. And I have never had this experience before. Maybe my senses are more keen to the subtle dying in the air. Summertime sadness always breaks my heart. I would say two years is a great measurement for folding and unfolding. I feel it too. Split that spine and reep!
Isn’t time the most mysterious imaginary thing?? I wrote recently in my notebook: “somehow I’m feeling 1998, 2009, 2017 and last November as equally distant and close to me now”…
Senses “more keen to the subtle dying in the air”— oohhh this phrase splits me open, too Denise. What a thing…for a season to break our hearts…it helps me remember that this rending is part of the natural cycle of things. The leaf that takes all year to unfurl turns brown and severs from its source…to return as food for the root.
This is beautiful Lisette. All of it. The poetry, painting and ending/beginning. I feel much the same way. How did I know? I felt lighter, freer, brighter. Still not fully there yet, but knowing the shift is happening.
🫶🏼— a big YES to lighter, freer, brighter, Kim! I love this subtle inner knowing that understands a shift is happening but that you haven’t yet crested the wave. That’s how it feels to me now— I can sense the wave rising and rolling forward, but it’s just the beginning of the ride… I think it takes an enormous amount of trust (faith?) at this point in the journey. “Knowing you’ve already changed”…that the safety and stillness of hibernation gives way to new energies that require some letting go…
Woooooooooooooo! Rachel, thank you for sharing this! “Undressed and untangled” 💕 ohhh and just the scent of the cypress perfuming your words. I love this sentiment— that which we find inside and release to the wind! 🙏🏼
I have been catching whiffs of something dead all week. I haven’t seen an actual body. And I have never had this experience before. Maybe my senses are more keen to the subtle dying in the air. Summertime sadness always breaks my heart. I would say two years is a great measurement for folding and unfolding. I feel it too. Split that spine and reep!
Two years is so long but also a blink of an eye 😅 time is crazy.
Isn’t time the most mysterious imaginary thing?? I wrote recently in my notebook: “somehow I’m feeling 1998, 2009, 2017 and last November as equally distant and close to me now”…
Senses “more keen to the subtle dying in the air”— oohhh this phrase splits me open, too Denise. What a thing…for a season to break our hearts…it helps me remember that this rending is part of the natural cycle of things. The leaf that takes all year to unfurl turns brown and severs from its source…to return as food for the root.
This is beautiful Lisette. All of it. The poetry, painting and ending/beginning. I feel much the same way. How did I know? I felt lighter, freer, brighter. Still not fully there yet, but knowing the shift is happening.
🫶🏼— a big YES to lighter, freer, brighter, Kim! I love this subtle inner knowing that understands a shift is happening but that you haven’t yet crested the wave. That’s how it feels to me now— I can sense the wave rising and rolling forward, but it’s just the beginning of the ride… I think it takes an enormous amount of trust (faith?) at this point in the journey. “Knowing you’ve already changed”…that the safety and stillness of hibernation gives way to new energies that require some letting go…
My brain clicks, and knows to move on,
before my heart understands the weight of decision.
Maybe my heart was first, and the thoughts still scramble inside to make it make sense.
I could reason, but know that there’s more.
The light of Closure is not a trip outside to the grocery store.
We find it inside & release it to the wind from a sunset cypress.
Undressed and entangled in energies that ride the pendulum swing.
Upon embrace,
upon endless space,
upon real life or dream,
There is a knowing,
that love is all there’s ever been.
Woooooooooooooo! Rachel, thank you for sharing this! “Undressed and untangled” 💕 ohhh and just the scent of the cypress perfuming your words. I love this sentiment— that which we find inside and release to the wind! 🙏🏼