Good morning Jennifer, How can you ever know of the solace, comfort and good old fashioned warming comfort your thoughts, so well articulated, mean to me now, during this interlude in my own journey.
So I shall tell you,
"Where the Light Waited" finds a home in me which I shall return to with gratitude. I think, because of what you write, that you must know just how deeply cathartic you are.
I wish I could return your prose in some form or another, an echo, of all that is good.
Grief, when named, becomes less frightening. It doesn’t shrink with time, it changes shape. It folds itself into the fabric of you. In doing so, it leaves space for what still wants to grow.
Love these lines! The whole piece is written beautifully - thank you.
I felt like I was with you in this memory and I also I felt my own experience of the loss of my grandmother at the same time. Thank you.
Good morning Jennifer, How can you ever know of the solace, comfort and good old fashioned warming comfort your thoughts, so well articulated, mean to me now, during this interlude in my own journey.
So I shall tell you,
"Where the Light Waited" finds a home in me which I shall return to with gratitude. I think, because of what you write, that you must know just how deeply cathartic you are.
I wish I could return your prose in some form or another, an echo, of all that is good.
you are, for this part of my journey, my Angel.
Thank you, Fly on... Fly on... Fly on.
Keith.
What beautiful words to express this experience. I’m so grateful to have read it. Thank you ✨🙏🏼
Thank you for your kind and encouraging words, Kateri, it has been a gift getting to know you and your words.
🫶🏼✨
Such a beautifully written acknowledgment and memory 💝
Thank you so so much! I poured my heart into it.
This is beautiful Jennifer! ❤️ Powerful, moving and wise.
Thank you for your kind words Namrita, thank you for reading. 🤎
So beautiful!
Thanks Alix!!!! Means a lot!
Grief, when named, becomes less frightening. It doesn’t shrink with time, it changes shape. It folds itself into the fabric of you. In doing so, it leaves space for what still wants to grow.
Love these lines! The whole piece is written beautifully - thank you.
Powerful words written so tenderly, thank you for sharing 🩵
Thank you. They were harder ones to get out and I’m grateful for your eyes on them.