Incredibly powerful piece you are sharing this day. I was wondering where my dispatch of ground shots was as I walked in the forest just a day or so ago. You were there with me as I enjoyed your earth spirit, keeping my thoughts company as I navigate the days of caring for my adult son. Reading your powerful voice consoled my racing thoughts of wondering if what Im doing is the right way. Kelly, thank you for providing comfort despite the ever present pain. I too will continue to care for others and the beautiful Earth we love so dearly. Peace
Thanks Sandra. I definitely am not fully consistent here but write as the muse comes. So thus, another dispatch. Certainly the right way is a hard thing to know for sure, we are all fumbling along. And i too, feel like I may not be doing the right thing with the land, taking care of my self or how I handle my relations with others. It’s easy to
Thanks Sandra. I definitely am not fully consistent here but write as the muse comes. So thus, another dispatch. Certainly the right way is a hard thing to know for sure, we are all fumbling along. And i too, feel like I may not be doing the right thing with the land, taking care of my self or how I handle my relations with others. It’s easy to
Question oneself in a culture that is backwards. Thanks for reading
I hope Biscuit is found. Perhaps he will come in your dreams too. Sorry I missed ya Saturday, I came back late after the basket class and crashed because I was still sick and trying to do the classes my friends were teaching, too. Hope you’re getting some good writing time in at the cabin. Since you’re near Maddy’s maybe you’ll see Biscuit for all we know.
Yeah that is certainly something to consider. As soon as you give up all attachment to an idea, person, place or project; then something even better comes. hope is an interesting thing. Not having hope is actually real hope.
It is no surprise that the english language, a modern language built for the benefit of empire, has only one word for the greatest, most dynamic, life-serving energy of all: "love". Grief too is a form of love. May you be continuously able to avoid modernity's efforts to atrophy your hearts longing to feel. All blessings:::
Indeed it is frustrating that love has such a limited definition. And grief is big, and so interesting how many folks tell me that having grief is a form of self-victimization. To me it is special and sacred and a very real and holy experience. Our culture encourages us to treat grief and therefore love this way so it doesn’t surprise me that that is what is said.
Wow, that was a great read. It made me feel so many things. Near the end it really spoke to me. What parts of being male in this society have kept me a child? I would like to think none but I know that can't be true and that there is always room for growth. I want to encourage people to call me out if I make a misstep. Maybe that will help me notice the things I fail to see. Is it also being selfish to want others to call me out? I think possibly. I'll have to pay more attention to my relationships. More attention to my recently adult kids, my partner (a non binary person), to my friends and family, and to strangers and acquaintances, and to the earth and the land around me. I truly appreciate what you do. In the past and into the present it has helped me to appreciate and recognize land differently. Now through your writing on this newsletter (also other peoples sources too) I'm inspired to revaluate and analyze my relationships with people and earth, to love, trauma, anger, and masculinity/patriarchy. Thank you for inspiring me to think!
thanks for reading, and your reflections. Of course I have a lot to learn here, and different parts of me write at different times. thanks for tuning in over the years in different ways.
Incredibly powerful piece you are sharing this day. I was wondering where my dispatch of ground shots was as I walked in the forest just a day or so ago. You were there with me as I enjoyed your earth spirit, keeping my thoughts company as I navigate the days of caring for my adult son. Reading your powerful voice consoled my racing thoughts of wondering if what Im doing is the right way. Kelly, thank you for providing comfort despite the ever present pain. I too will continue to care for others and the beautiful Earth we love so dearly. Peace
Thanks Sandra. I definitely am not fully consistent here but write as the muse comes. So thus, another dispatch. Certainly the right way is a hard thing to know for sure, we are all fumbling along. And i too, feel like I may not be doing the right thing with the land, taking care of my self or how I handle my relations with others. It’s easy to
Question oneself in a culture that is backwards.
Thanks for reading
Thanks Sandra. I definitely am not fully consistent here but write as the muse comes. So thus, another dispatch. Certainly the right way is a hard thing to know for sure, we are all fumbling along. And i too, feel like I may not be doing the right thing with the land, taking care of my self or how I handle my relations with others. It’s easy to
Question oneself in a culture that is backwards. Thanks for reading
Another moving piece.
I was quite tickled by the inclusion of that burro, who I also met and love, and would love to dream about!!
I hope Biscuit is found. Perhaps he will come in your dreams too. Sorry I missed ya Saturday, I came back late after the basket class and crashed because I was still sick and trying to do the classes my friends were teaching, too. Hope you’re getting some good writing time in at the cabin. Since you’re near Maddy’s maybe you’ll see Biscuit for all we know.
my husband and i are old now - we met in middle age - he brought me to one of his band rehearsals - where the others stared at us, puzzled
"How did you two find each other?!" they asked - my husband replied "Give up all hope"
it was funny and it was true
may your path and your heart lead you where you want to be dear lady
Yeah that is certainly something to consider. As soon as you give up all attachment to an idea, person, place or project; then something even better comes. hope is an interesting thing. Not having hope is actually real hope.
Your words are powerful and pure Magic. ✨
thank you
Very cool!👍🌿
thanks
It is no surprise that the english language, a modern language built for the benefit of empire, has only one word for the greatest, most dynamic, life-serving energy of all: "love". Grief too is a form of love. May you be continuously able to avoid modernity's efforts to atrophy your hearts longing to feel. All blessings:::
Indeed it is frustrating that love has such a limited definition. And grief is big, and so interesting how many folks tell me that having grief is a form of self-victimization. To me it is special and sacred and a very real and holy experience. Our culture encourages us to treat grief and therefore love this way so it doesn’t surprise me that that is what is said.
Beautiful :)
Thanks!
Wow, that was a great read. It made me feel so many things. Near the end it really spoke to me. What parts of being male in this society have kept me a child? I would like to think none but I know that can't be true and that there is always room for growth. I want to encourage people to call me out if I make a misstep. Maybe that will help me notice the things I fail to see. Is it also being selfish to want others to call me out? I think possibly. I'll have to pay more attention to my relationships. More attention to my recently adult kids, my partner (a non binary person), to my friends and family, and to strangers and acquaintances, and to the earth and the land around me. I truly appreciate what you do. In the past and into the present it has helped me to appreciate and recognize land differently. Now through your writing on this newsletter (also other peoples sources too) I'm inspired to revaluate and analyze my relationships with people and earth, to love, trauma, anger, and masculinity/patriarchy. Thank you for inspiring me to think!
thanks for reading, and your reflections. Of course I have a lot to learn here, and different parts of me write at different times. thanks for tuning in over the years in different ways.