Last week, I took a walk in the woods with a dear friend, and for a few extraordinary hours, we found ourselves wholly immersed, away from the rest of the maddening world—two people lost in the splendor and simplicity of color and conversation, laughter and light.
I have the same glass dome—with the bottom. And I’m dealing with extraordinarily excruciating family turmoil since my mother’s March death. I understand your mindset. You write eloquently.
I live 24/7 in the woods with my sweetheart of 48 years and many aged pets. Let’s do the best we can. Stumbling and climbing.
I felt this one deeply. Thank you for sharing. I recently bought a mini cake stand with a glass dome and the joy of keeping it filled on the counter is really real. I felt less alone reading your words. Thank you!
thanks emmy ~ and yes, there is something comforting about keeping the plate full when everything can feel so otherwise empty. i’m happy to know my impulse is not mine alone. 💕
I have the same glass dome—with the bottom. And I’m dealing with extraordinarily excruciating family turmoil since my mother’s March death. I understand your mindset. You write eloquently.
I live 24/7 in the woods with my sweetheart of 48 years and many aged pets. Let’s do the best we can. Stumbling and climbing.
stumbling and climbing indeed ~ i appreciate that image and will be thinking of you too. may we all do the best we can ~ thanks gena
I felt this one deeply. Thank you for sharing. I recently bought a mini cake stand with a glass dome and the joy of keeping it filled on the counter is really real. I felt less alone reading your words. Thank you!
thanks emmy ~ and yes, there is something comforting about keeping the plate full when everything can feel so otherwise empty. i’m happy to know my impulse is not mine alone. 💕
Your words and thoughts are very directional. Thank you Sarah for sharing.
thanks MJ ~ i think the only way i can work my way through these emotions is to give them their own voice to be.
Sadness and sweetness. Your words are rich and raw with emotion. This underlying grief, seemingly too heavy to bear, now becomes the norm. 💕
thanks amie ~ this new normal of ours simply should not be.
Thank you for not writing easy breezy when that’s not how you feel. Thank you for writing real. 🥰