Wow, a visceral reaction to remembering when I too realized I no longer had to walk on eggshells , look over my shoulder, or fall all over myself trying to make things “right”.
And I would add, that that part of my life gave birth to the one I am gratefully living now 💜
Love you more 🤍🤍 and couldn't agree more with the wisdom of your perspective. Such a wild thing, how these reminders can resurface out of nowhere resurface years later.
This means so much Jayne, thank you for the close read and for such kind feedback. So grateful to have spaces like our Monday group to work up to sharing these things.
Michelle! This really captured me. The tension, the pacing, the exploration around the way the past can haunt us, what it takes to face it. I loved the details about the therapist, the thousands of hours, the cicadas. You do so much here with such a tightly woven piece. Stunning, and full of so much achy truth.
This is magical writing, my friend! Honest and self-revealing. "All I know is I have expertly reduced you to a child's rendering of a ghost, poorly drawn and vaguely villain-shaped" made me gasp aloud. Stunning!
This is a beautifully woven piece (I believe you read the first part on Monday). I am grateful to get to read the entire thing. Thank you for this vulnerable share.
This means so much, thank you Lisa 🤍 Our Monday group feels like suchhh a warm and valuable space to practice writing into + sharing this type of more vulnerable stuff, I'm so grateful for that container and for all of you.
Loved reading this in full, after hearing you share a piece of it! <3
Thank you so much, Maaike! 🤍
“You don’t have to run this time”.
Wow, a visceral reaction to remembering when I too realized I no longer had to walk on eggshells , look over my shoulder, or fall all over myself trying to make things “right”.
And I would add, that that part of my life gave birth to the one I am gratefully living now 💜
Love you 🤗
Love you more 🤍🤍 and couldn't agree more with the wisdom of your perspective. Such a wild thing, how these reminders can resurface out of nowhere resurface years later.
The subtle mention of wings at the beginning really gave the ending its weight. It was very moving to hear you read this. Thanks for sharing it. 🤍
This means so much Jayne, thank you for the close read and for such kind feedback. So grateful to have spaces like our Monday group to work up to sharing these things.
Michelle! This really captured me. The tension, the pacing, the exploration around the way the past can haunt us, what it takes to face it. I loved the details about the therapist, the thousands of hours, the cicadas. You do so much here with such a tightly woven piece. Stunning, and full of so much achy truth.
Gahh thank you so much Makayla. This comment itself is a poem! I so appreciate you reading, and your warm feedback. 🤍
This is magical writing, my friend! Honest and self-revealing. "All I know is I have expertly reduced you to a child's rendering of a ghost, poorly drawn and vaguely villain-shaped" made me gasp aloud. Stunning!
Wahh thank you friend, your sweet feedback means the WORLD 🤍 so grateful to write in community with you!
My GOD, Michelle.
I know what went into this and I'm just in awe of you. Stun-ning.
❤️❤️ love youuu
This is a beautifully woven piece (I believe you read the first part on Monday). I am grateful to get to read the entire thing. Thank you for this vulnerable share.
This means so much, thank you Lisa 🤍 Our Monday group feels like suchhh a warm and valuable space to practice writing into + sharing this type of more vulnerable stuff, I'm so grateful for that container and for all of you.
This is a stunning piece filled with so much raw emotion. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you so much for reading, Kelly! 🤍
I love that I get to know you just a smidge better through these. Choosing to to lean in has been a potent theme for me in these last few months. <3
I love that we've connected here! 🤍 Here's to leaning in.
OH EM GEE HIIIIIIIII! I love finding each other outside of work spaces!