This piece scrapes out marrow, rotted by complacency, and revives the soul with fresh blood-cleansing wisdom. The language is so beautiful. The metaphor is so layered, so deeply relevant and eloquent. I feel the tension in my own house, left brain/right brain. I feel it in the tug of war between the need for novelty and the desire for safety, between work and play, between wanting to please/serve and wishing to be heard/loved in return.
This piece summons your attention and rewards the heart that gives it. It reciprocates in tender ministrations the pain you bring to its sanctuary. Crafted with a skilled touch, the essay becomes a meditation.
This is breathtakingly beautiful. Perhaps this is how it could be when we remember to align with nature, not to harness her power but to honor it.
"I was raised by a river
Weaned upon the sky
And in the mirror of the waters
I saw myself learn to cry
As my tears hit the surface
I saw what had been done
I gave feet to my freedom
And I did run"
From The River by Dan Fogelberg
This piece scrapes out marrow, rotted by complacency, and revives the soul with fresh blood-cleansing wisdom. The language is so beautiful. The metaphor is so layered, so deeply relevant and eloquent. I feel the tension in my own house, left brain/right brain. I feel it in the tug of war between the need for novelty and the desire for safety, between work and play, between wanting to please/serve and wishing to be heard/loved in return.
This piece summons your attention and rewards the heart that gives it. It reciprocates in tender ministrations the pain you bring to its sanctuary. Crafted with a skilled touch, the essay becomes a meditation.
"Woven kindness" 💞