Here on top of our mountain in Colorado at 7,200 elevation, the full moon is shining on a fresh 12" blanket of snow and it is surreal in its brightness.
Thank you so much Jessica. I really couldn't ask for anything more from someone reading this. We have all been to that shattering point of great fragility, it's good to be able to share that.
Maybe it’s our generations curse. I’ve put my phone down to think of what you say. I think that’s probably very true. Maybe because I witnessed it while I was exempt.
But I’m glad you found your way to forgiveness. Two men I know and love did not (the time for it well passed). Not my stories to tell.
I have forgiven him and told him so almost 9 years ago. In so many ways, he made me the person I am today, mostly for good. But would I ever thank him for that, no I would not. He was a world class shit, with a host of mental and emotional problems.
I love the line “our tears can sparkle “. Powerful.
I remember that I was crying when I wrote that line.
That line struck me too, Stan.
Paul I wrote to Stan and said that I was crying when I wrote that line. It still gets me, one of those poems that I have a hard time looking at again.
Superb.
I'm so glad I found you on Substack, Wes. What you write enriches my life. Thank you.
Thank you so much Jessica. I really couldn't ask for anything more from someone reading this. We have all been to that shattering point of great fragility, it's good to be able to share that.
Very tasty, good to the last drop.
Beautiful!
My neighbor lost her husband unexpectedly. Your beautiful words will give comfort…thank you.
Thank you Carol. If it does that, then what else could I hope for?
wow wow wow . thank you for sharing. never a pester. love the nudge.
At our weakest,
we are so brittle that even
the smallest sob
can start a shattering.
Only the gentlest hand
touches our sorrow,
only the kindest voice
can ease our pain.
Yeah, when you're at the nadir.
Evokes so much, Wes. I don’t know how your heart encompasses so much.
I think an intimate acquaintance with abuse and then the several decades of the depression that follow will make or break a heart.
True sorrow thinking you passed through these wars. I think they tempered you into something fine and rare.
I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy, which, in my case, is the same person who was the abuser.
Can’t help it, I’m hating whoever did it.
Sounds juvenile maybe, but believe me it’s not.
I think the reason so many of the old hatreds sound juvenile is because they still hit us in the amygdala, which is where juveniles live.
Maybe it’s our generations curse. I’ve put my phone down to think of what you say. I think that’s probably very true. Maybe because I witnessed it while I was exempt.
But I’m glad you found your way to forgiveness. Two men I know and love did not (the time for it well passed). Not my stories to tell.
I have forgiven him and told him so almost 9 years ago. In so many ways, he made me the person I am today, mostly for good. But would I ever thank him for that, no I would not. He was a world class shit, with a host of mental and emotional problems.
Beautiful beautiful...
That is so scintillating!
thanks Nadia.