This is so lovely. I just love it, N. And it reminds me of this- "Mrs. Darling first heard of Peter when she was tidying up her children’s minds. It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for the next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day." That's from Peter Pan, a novel I love so much.
Farrrrrrrrrrrk!!!!! That’s a marvellous poem Naz. That is SO my life tooo. Arghhh I wish you could see the tears running from my eyes. Not because I’ve been seen in this poem but because I feel ‘caught out’ by it.
Those relentless piles of washing that we process and compile. Each garment a memory filled with significance.
My goodness what a surprising realisation this poem is.
Also explains why I’m so pedantic with my personal towels. They are just the right size and texture to tend all of my skin and wrap my body in, after I’ve washed the days away and restored myself back to the purest Love of all. They are not for anyone else but me.
The simplest things can hold the greatest truth can’t they.
Please excuse my profanity but this one whacked me!!
Farrrkkkk!!!! That was one hell of a response, my dear. I, myself, wrote it from a place of solace that leans a bit towards grief. Content, but a bit melancholic. I looked back on my life and thought of all the versions of me, all the women I still am. Still love.
You can be as profane as you want, my friend. I have highs and lows of profanity too! 😂
Also, we can jump on a video call someday ... Whenever you are up for it ,🙂
The beautiful thing about effective poetry is that you can write from a particular place in yourself and I can receive it in a completely different tone and place within me yet the common experience that you’ve expressed creates this mind blowing sense of connection. Poetry like this creates one of those “greater than the sum of its parts” moments.
You know that feeling when a poem strikes you in the heart and exhumes an awareness that you didn’t know was waiting there?!? I think it has a lot to do with shared memories with people I don’t know. I Love it!!
I love the way you connect clothing to connections with people. It really fits because clothing has threads and we always relate human connections to threads in life. This was beautiful! Thank you for sharing.
Stunning imagery my dear. The journey to finding peace and closure after forty years is both inspiring and relatable. Thank you for sharing this deeply moving piece.
This is so lovely. I just love it, N. And it reminds me of this- "Mrs. Darling first heard of Peter when she was tidying up her children’s minds. It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for the next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day." That's from Peter Pan, a novel I love so much.
Thanks so much, my friend. I love that passage!
Farrrrrrrrrrrk!!!!! That’s a marvellous poem Naz. That is SO my life tooo. Arghhh I wish you could see the tears running from my eyes. Not because I’ve been seen in this poem but because I feel ‘caught out’ by it.
Those relentless piles of washing that we process and compile. Each garment a memory filled with significance.
My goodness what a surprising realisation this poem is.
Also explains why I’m so pedantic with my personal towels. They are just the right size and texture to tend all of my skin and wrap my body in, after I’ve washed the days away and restored myself back to the purest Love of all. They are not for anyone else but me.
The simplest things can hold the greatest truth can’t they.
Please excuse my profanity but this one whacked me!!
Farrrkkkk!!!! That was one hell of a response, my dear. I, myself, wrote it from a place of solace that leans a bit towards grief. Content, but a bit melancholic. I looked back on my life and thought of all the versions of me, all the women I still am. Still love.
You can be as profane as you want, my friend. I have highs and lows of profanity too! 😂
Also, we can jump on a video call someday ... Whenever you are up for it ,🙂
The beautiful thing about effective poetry is that you can write from a particular place in yourself and I can receive it in a completely different tone and place within me yet the common experience that you’ve expressed creates this mind blowing sense of connection. Poetry like this creates one of those “greater than the sum of its parts” moments.
Or maybe a weir?
:)
You know that feeling when a poem strikes you in the heart and exhumes an awareness that you didn’t know was waiting there?!? I think it has a lot to do with shared memories with people I don’t know. I Love it!!
Dear Lois
It is the essence of joy, and sometimes grief. (They share a common wall).
Powerful!
Thanks so much, Janine ☺️
I love the way you connect clothing to connections with people. It really fits because clothing has threads and we always relate human connections to threads in life. This was beautiful! Thank you for sharing.
That's a very beautiful connection that you have made me aware of. Thanks so much for your kind words
Stunning imagery my dear. The journey to finding peace and closure after forty years is both inspiring and relatable. Thank you for sharing this deeply moving piece.
Thanks so much, my friend. That means so much 🙂
Wow Naz....
Friend Lois just gave you the Australian word for "Amazing!" (lol)
but she is right - this is an amazing way to express the wins, losses - and sometimes disasters - of love.
Be proud of your 40 years of learning - hard won, I know. Be comfortable in your own skin.
Best Wishes - Dave
Thank you, Dave. Just living it day to day. As Buddha would say, staying in the moment. 🙂
Yes. Easier said than done, I know.
May your week be wonderful - beautiful and loving.
Best Wishes - Dave :)