There have been so many oak leaves for me too, since we lost my father-in-law nearly a month ago. But I have managed to find stillness and solace, despite the busyness of the season, and vivid dreams have found me, and now your words, a gift, a balm as always.
The tenderness of your words and your sharing is heart felt.
Interestingly the moth and the snail have been by omen day creatures. The wolf has been close by since the beginning of my sobriety journey.
Thank you for the reminder that signs are all around us.
And at certain times, not in our words or others but in images, in time, in emotion and feelings.
Your loss in our loss. We are all deeply connected and I feel that as a mother but also as a woman, who has experienced loss and thought I’d never be whole again.
The cracks are how the light gets in we are told. But the cracking still hurts.
Beyond grateful to have found you and I’ll be joining again on the 13th, until then Thank You. May you all beings be happy and peaceful, without exception.
There have been so many oak leaves for me too, since we lost my father-in-law nearly a month ago. But I have managed to find stillness and solace, despite the busyness of the season, and vivid dreams have found me, and now your words, a gift, a balm as always.
Love.
The tenderness of your words and your sharing is heart felt.
Interestingly the moth and the snail have been by omen day creatures. The wolf has been close by since the beginning of my sobriety journey.
Thank you for the reminder that signs are all around us.
And at certain times, not in our words or others but in images, in time, in emotion and feelings.
Your loss in our loss. We are all deeply connected and I feel that as a mother but also as a woman, who has experienced loss and thought I’d never be whole again.
The cracks are how the light gets in we are told. But the cracking still hurts.
Beyond grateful to have found you and I’ll be joining again on the 13th, until then Thank You. May you all beings be happy and peaceful, without exception.
I have just come back from a white, wintry, walk in the woods.
My face is alive and tingling warm from the cold.
Cold can bring heat.
My eyes are blinded from the snow.
Light can bring dark.
They become accustomed to the change.
Dark can lead to light.
Kx
So grateful for you and beautiful Gabrielle and the way they have rippled out into the world, I love you so much 🤍✨✨✨
Oh these images of beautiful precious things, simple and handmade looking things just lifted my spirits so much as did your words as always.
there are no words -- blessings on this grief and this gladness x