EMMA!! Before the letter even landed I knew I wanted to make an herbal tea and sit with it, like reading a treasured book. The tea includes yarrow--how appropriate. Thank you for transporting and connecting me to your expanded experience. So well timed in my life, so well said from yours. Reminds me SO MUCH of Annie Dillard, which is my best writing compliment!! 🧡
I love knowing you received what I have shared here as a bridge into my world. That, is truly the essential gift any of us can share with another. Thank you dear sweet soul friend 💗
Emma , I feel I intimately know what you speak of, especially recently as I shared so many wonderful river moments with you. I’m so grateful you are writing, it is beautiful and I am so far greatly enjoying. I love you ! I’ll think about the Jays. Birds for thought
Emma-Cate - you are an incredibly gifted observer of and cocreator with nature. This is so beautifully written it raises the consciousness of others. This morning after reading it I realized I have been hearing the disturbed cries of the sandhill cranes so close to me that it seemed as if they were calling out to me for help. I went outside and walk down the driveway and beyond the ever greens to where two of them were standing calling crying moaning mourning. In the grass three feathers lay. It has now been 20 minutes, and I am still brought to tears knowing their sadness and distress. I remind myself that is the way of Nature. It is natural selection, but how is it any less than a parent losing a child? Grief, regardless of origin is still grief. Joy, regardless of origin is still joy. Now they are behind my house crying. They were quiet for about two minutes but their search continues. As it does for all of us. How can we find our way when all seems lost?
What a profound experience! To receive the communications from the wild dimension of our world. Such a beautiful and touching story you share here, reminding us of the sentience, intelligence and awareness all around us.
I so appreciate your sharing your voice that is so attuned to the subtle frequencies of Life. "The purpose of a myth is not to tell the cold, hard facts - but to convey the warm, living heart of the matter." Your words awaken the living heart of Nature and invite us all to live more intimately with all that surrounds us. Deep bow, keep it coming.
Dear Elysabeth, I cherish your reception of my work and so look forward to sharing with you in this space. You have always seen me very deeply, and I want to acknowledge how this gift - your loving awareness and sincere interest in others - has blessed and helped me expand my view of myself and what I have to offer the world. Thank you 🙏🏼
EMMA!! Before the letter even landed I knew I wanted to make an herbal tea and sit with it, like reading a treasured book. The tea includes yarrow--how appropriate. Thank you for transporting and connecting me to your expanded experience. So well timed in my life, so well said from yours. Reminds me SO MUCH of Annie Dillard, which is my best writing compliment!! 🧡
I love knowing you received what I have shared here as a bridge into my world. That, is truly the essential gift any of us can share with another. Thank you dear sweet soul friend 💗
Emma , I feel I intimately know what you speak of, especially recently as I shared so many wonderful river moments with you. I’m so grateful you are writing, it is beautiful and I am so far greatly enjoying. I love you ! I’ll think about the Jays. Birds for thought
Birds for thought 😆 I LOVE that!!
Emma-Cate - you are an incredibly gifted observer of and cocreator with nature. This is so beautifully written it raises the consciousness of others. This morning after reading it I realized I have been hearing the disturbed cries of the sandhill cranes so close to me that it seemed as if they were calling out to me for help. I went outside and walk down the driveway and beyond the ever greens to where two of them were standing calling crying moaning mourning. In the grass three feathers lay. It has now been 20 minutes, and I am still brought to tears knowing their sadness and distress. I remind myself that is the way of Nature. It is natural selection, but how is it any less than a parent losing a child? Grief, regardless of origin is still grief. Joy, regardless of origin is still joy. Now they are behind my house crying. They were quiet for about two minutes but their search continues. As it does for all of us. How can we find our way when all seems lost?
What a profound experience! To receive the communications from the wild dimension of our world. Such a beautiful and touching story you share here, reminding us of the sentience, intelligence and awareness all around us.
I so appreciate your sharing your voice that is so attuned to the subtle frequencies of Life. "The purpose of a myth is not to tell the cold, hard facts - but to convey the warm, living heart of the matter." Your words awaken the living heart of Nature and invite us all to live more intimately with all that surrounds us. Deep bow, keep it coming.
Dear Elysabeth, I cherish your reception of my work and so look forward to sharing with you in this space. You have always seen me very deeply, and I want to acknowledge how this gift - your loving awareness and sincere interest in others - has blessed and helped me expand my view of myself and what I have to offer the world. Thank you 🙏🏼
Seeing and being seen seems the essence of what you shared in this post... and what we all long for.