Chris, this post read like a poem to me, or rather, felt like a poem deep in the heart of the body I call “my” body. Thank you for this treasure. Happy you’re back, hoping you’re healing. Love you.
thank you for the morning tear-jerker to be with the ever-shifting. the vignette about the fairy house stump decomposed alongside toddlerhood got me 🥲 appreciate your attention to the land/body and your words arising from that cyclical relationship 🤍
“To love without grasping onto what was…”
Chris, this post read like a poem to me, or rather, felt like a poem deep in the heart of the body I call “my” body. Thank you for this treasure. Happy you’re back, hoping you’re healing. Love you.
Love you, Marah 💚
thank you for the morning tear-jerker to be with the ever-shifting. the vignette about the fairy house stump decomposed alongside toddlerhood got me 🥲 appreciate your attention to the land/body and your words arising from that cyclical relationship 🤍
Thanks so much, Jordann...sorry not sorry for the tears <3