Well my love, at least when you are feeling buried you make beautiful things. I just cry and bake more cookies. 💚 p.s. I’ll always try to bring you back. Always.
Thank you for sending this along this morning. 🌷I often have the line from the Bruce Cockburn song, “Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight” running through my head in a way to keep reminding myself to dig myself out. Though many days I similarly need to wait it out and look for those around me to help with the unburying. Thank you for your light and words.
A centralized theme among us is the need to seek out the best version of ourselves. That’s why we’re all here, to support, to share, to love, and to pull us out from under the waking grave we sometimes find ourselves in. To find those fellow chasers to help brush away the dirt and sprout and bloom again.💛
We are always enough, always, just the way we are. Sometimes I like to remember how much we love and accept trees and dogs and grass and other creatures who simply exist.
Your words always come at the right time. I feel this way often, and I too sometimes think maybe it's from my panic disorder, maybe it's spiritual, or maybe it's just me in my head, overthinking. It's hard to tell the difference. I've learned to be the person who is willing to try to help my own self out of that dark place, and I look forward to the day when I have someone else who might want to try to support me when I'm there too.
Thank you for baring your soul out there for everyone to see and making a home for us kindred spirits.
This lovely poem made me think of this little quote from Dinah Craik:
"But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away."
Well my love, at least when you are feeling buried you make beautiful things. I just cry and bake more cookies. 💚 p.s. I’ll always try to bring you back. Always.
The love between you two is beautiful.
Thank you for sending this along this morning. 🌷I often have the line from the Bruce Cockburn song, “Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight” running through my head in a way to keep reminding myself to dig myself out. Though many days I similarly need to wait it out and look for those around me to help with the unburying. Thank you for your light and words.
A centralized theme among us is the need to seek out the best version of ourselves. That’s why we’re all here, to support, to share, to love, and to pull us out from under the waking grave we sometimes find ourselves in. To find those fellow chasers to help brush away the dirt and sprout and bloom again.💛
We are always enough, always, just the way we are. Sometimes I like to remember how much we love and accept trees and dogs and grass and other creatures who simply exist.
Your words always come at the right time. I feel this way often, and I too sometimes think maybe it's from my panic disorder, maybe it's spiritual, or maybe it's just me in my head, overthinking. It's hard to tell the difference. I've learned to be the person who is willing to try to help my own self out of that dark place, and I look forward to the day when I have someone else who might want to try to support me when I'm there too.
Thank you for baring your soul out there for everyone to see and making a home for us kindred spirits.
I feel this poem deeply. And often. Especially this year.
This lovely poem made me think of this little quote from Dinah Craik:
"But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away."