Thank you for sharing your fear, anxiety & even shame at trying to cover up what is most human in all of us. I too have an annual season of loss and find that I feel better if I simply leave my calendar open for those weeks to reflect or reminisce. Let go of the expectations I used to put on myself to be at peace. Keep sharing as you can your beautiful words and photographs. 🕯️
Thank you, Anne. Your words mean a lot to me. I am learning to do the same… just change up how I do these colder, darker months, to somehow allow what needs to just be instead of forcing something that is not. Thank you for that encouragement.
Thank you , Matt. I am somewhat at a loss for words upon reading yours. It’s a bit surreal to have my favorite writer comment with such thoughtful words on my writing.
It was somewhat scary to put this out into the world, so needless to say, I am grateful that you read it and glad to know that you found it moving.
You should know that I felt very much visited and prompted by an outside presence to write this one Sunday night a couple of hours after I’d fallen asleep for the night. If I hadn’t been following your writing on the subject of the daemon muse this past year, I would have shrugged the voice off as my own and gone back to sleep. In fact, I did try to shrug it off and said (thought), “Go away. I need to sleep. I have to go to work tomorrow. I’ll write it later.” I would have done just that, but it dawned on me that perhaps this was my muse prompting me to write. And simultaneously, it said to me, “No, it has to be now. I won’t be here later.” So I sat up, turned the light on and began to write, or rather, began to let my muse write through me. Truly, I felt like I wasn’t doing anything except allowing the words to be poured out through me… also surreal.
So in a strange way, I have you to thank for this being written… at least in part. And it was definitely cathartic for me and something I am tremendously grateful to have expressed with a clarity I’ve never before had.
Thank you for sharing your fear, anxiety & even shame at trying to cover up what is most human in all of us. I too have an annual season of loss and find that I feel better if I simply leave my calendar open for those weeks to reflect or reminisce. Let go of the expectations I used to put on myself to be at peace. Keep sharing as you can your beautiful words and photographs. 🕯️
Thank you, Anne. Your words mean a lot to me. I am learning to do the same… just change up how I do these colder, darker months, to somehow allow what needs to just be instead of forcing something that is not. Thank you for that encouragement.
This is one of the best things I've read all year. Deeply moving. Fairly transfixing. Thank you for writing it.
Thank you , Matt. I am somewhat at a loss for words upon reading yours. It’s a bit surreal to have my favorite writer comment with such thoughtful words on my writing.
It was somewhat scary to put this out into the world, so needless to say, I am grateful that you read it and glad to know that you found it moving.
You should know that I felt very much visited and prompted by an outside presence to write this one Sunday night a couple of hours after I’d fallen asleep for the night. If I hadn’t been following your writing on the subject of the daemon muse this past year, I would have shrugged the voice off as my own and gone back to sleep. In fact, I did try to shrug it off and said (thought), “Go away. I need to sleep. I have to go to work tomorrow. I’ll write it later.” I would have done just that, but it dawned on me that perhaps this was my muse prompting me to write. And simultaneously, it said to me, “No, it has to be now. I won’t be here later.” So I sat up, turned the light on and began to write, or rather, began to let my muse write through me. Truly, I felt like I wasn’t doing anything except allowing the words to be poured out through me… also surreal.
So in a strange way, I have you to thank for this being written… at least in part. And it was definitely cathartic for me and something I am tremendously grateful to have expressed with a clarity I’ve never before had.
So, on multiple levels, thank you. 🙏🏻
Totally humbled to hear this, and naturally moved to return your grace. 🙏
Thank you for this beautiful essay, it touched my heart. ❤️
Thank you, Jenn. Thank you for taking the time reading. I’m not sure how I even missed your comment a couple of days ago. I really appreciate it.
You are quite welcome; it was a worthy read, and the photos were quite evocative as well.
Thank you. I appreciate that, since photography is my first artistic love.
You are welcome, I’m looking forward to seeing more!
Thank you for sharing, Georgia. I wasn’t afraid of basements til moving into our current house. This one is awful.
Beautiful photos Georgia. I can understand your fear of the basement. As a child I was terrified of so many things including a pillar in the room!
Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment and for reading.
🙏🏻🤍