Oh Erica, your piece here is sublime. I hardly breathed as I read it, feeling myself teetering on that footstool right beside you, peaking in with the flashlight to see if they were still in the box. Thank you so much for your tender voice and your singular insights. Your words are a gift.
Went back and re-read this... I didn't want them to leave... I felt this so thoroughly. And if you knew what I was feeling that same day you posted this - you may see it tonight/tomorrow whenever you get to this. Your writing is always so inspiring to me. Thank you.
Hi lovely. I have had a really difficult few weeks and I haven't really been around - but I did see this comment, and promised to get back to it when I was able to. I just want you to know that your words were a small beacon of light while I was sitting with a -lot- of darkness and so, I'm incredibly grateful. I also wanted you to know that I read your piece too and will be revisiting it as soon as I can - I just need to get through the next few days. x
I'm just seeing this now, been offline for a short bit. I'm glad to be a small light in your space but sad about the darkness. I hope as I write this that you find your way through asap. Too many of us out here need your inspiration, Erica. xoxo
The heath around us was filled with peppery smells and alive with the nip and dash of honeyeaters. We hiked west to where all the boulders were whiskered with lichen. - Tim Winton, Breath
As I read this, my heart edged up my throat. Nature has a way of softening us. You write so beautifully, and I love the furniture of your practice: the outdoor desk, the stool. How lovely to find ‘meep’ in a post!
You’re so kind, Michela, thank you. Nature has been relentless in its teachings this year. Acceptance seems to be the lesson of the season. :\ How great is ‘meep’! It was the only sound I had to describe their baby squawks - also, they were so muppet-like, I couldn’t resist. ;)
How beautiful! Fledge... oh my. And: "popcorned their way through the forest"! This is so lovely and evocative. Thank you for the music to read by. Perfect, lovely.
Oh Erica, your piece here is sublime. I hardly breathed as I read it, feeling myself teetering on that footstool right beside you, peaking in with the flashlight to see if they were still in the box. Thank you so much for your tender voice and your singular insights. Your words are a gift.
Anne, this was the most beautiful comment to wake up to - I can't thank you enough. I will treasure this. x
Went back and re-read this... I didn't want them to leave... I felt this so thoroughly. And if you knew what I was feeling that same day you posted this - you may see it tonight/tomorrow whenever you get to this. Your writing is always so inspiring to me. Thank you.
Hi lovely. I have had a really difficult few weeks and I haven't really been around - but I did see this comment, and promised to get back to it when I was able to. I just want you to know that your words were a small beacon of light while I was sitting with a -lot- of darkness and so, I'm incredibly grateful. I also wanted you to know that I read your piece too and will be revisiting it as soon as I can - I just need to get through the next few days. x
I'm just seeing this now, been offline for a short bit. I'm glad to be a small light in your space but sad about the darkness. I hope as I write this that you find your way through asap. Too many of us out here need your inspiration, Erica. xoxo
Gorgeous, tender words, Erica x
Thank you. x
"They just don’t need their mother’s voices at this age."
This made me so sad. I needed my mother's voice at every age. 💔
You are both so fortunate. x
The heath around us was filled with peppery smells and alive with the nip and dash of honeyeaters. We hiked west to where all the boulders were whiskered with lichen. - Tim Winton, Breath
The incomparable Tim Winton. ♡ Thank you. 🙏
Beautiful words Erica😀
Thanks Jon. xx
Erica, your words are a tender, aching reminder of how love and letting go are woven together. Beautiful!
Thanks Conny. I really appreciate that. x
As I read this, my heart edged up my throat. Nature has a way of softening us. You write so beautifully, and I love the furniture of your practice: the outdoor desk, the stool. How lovely to find ‘meep’ in a post!
You’re so kind, Michela, thank you. Nature has been relentless in its teachings this year. Acceptance seems to be the lesson of the season. :\ How great is ‘meep’! It was the only sound I had to describe their baby squawks - also, they were so muppet-like, I couldn’t resist. ;)
Wow, this is so wonderful! Thank you for sharing!
Thank you for reading. xx
How beautiful! Fledge... oh my. And: "popcorned their way through the forest"! This is so lovely and evocative. Thank you for the music to read by. Perfect, lovely.
Thank you so much. x
So good, Erica. You are such a good writer!
You’re so kind. Thank you. x