GAH. This part: "Maybe this is why we do it, expose the inner workings of a thing only to hasten its death, as if we could comprehend our own eventual unraveling." Followed by this beauty: "I wonder at how hard we try, saving one thing and another, in place of ever being able to truly save ourselves." The observations, the exquisite detail, followed but the gasping wonderings. This is why you're SO DAMN GOOD. Loved this, Jocelyn. So, so much.
Wow! This speaks so deeply within me. I’ve been in an emotional funk the last couple of weeks and reading soul healing writing is saving me. Thank you, friend for this. “ Because this is what we do, string ourselves together and protect our inner tenderness by giving life where we can, a sense of its finiteness always present, as we sleep, as we fly, as we hope that somewhere a part of us will live on.” Wow, I’m crying reading this…so beautiful.
Oh thank you, Steve, for saying that. I've been in and out of deep sadness for the past few weeks. Great joy at being in this place I love and yet, as you read here, there is also so much grief and processing of loss. Thank you for the tears, they are sacred. 🙏♥️
oh thank you Emily! As always your read invites me to read my work again to see what I've done subconsciously. And that line! I'm so glad you liked it. I hoped it created curiosity. xoxoxo
GAH. This part: "Maybe this is why we do it, expose the inner workings of a thing only to hasten its death, as if we could comprehend our own eventual unraveling." Followed by this beauty: "I wonder at how hard we try, saving one thing and another, in place of ever being able to truly save ourselves." The observations, the exquisite detail, followed but the gasping wonderings. This is why you're SO DAMN GOOD. Loved this, Jocelyn. So, so much.
Thank you for noticing those sentences, Kendall! I worked on those a lot. And such kind words. You always make me feel so good. thank you! xoxoxo
Wow! This speaks so deeply within me. I’ve been in an emotional funk the last couple of weeks and reading soul healing writing is saving me. Thank you, friend for this. “ Because this is what we do, string ourselves together and protect our inner tenderness by giving life where we can, a sense of its finiteness always present, as we sleep, as we fly, as we hope that somewhere a part of us will live on.” Wow, I’m crying reading this…so beautiful.
Oh thank you, Steve, for saying that. I've been in and out of deep sadness for the past few weeks. Great joy at being in this place I love and yet, as you read here, there is also so much grief and processing of loss. Thank you for the tears, they are sacred. 🙏♥️
Beautiful, Jocelyn. This bounces so high. I love all the images of round balls, buds, bulbs. I second Rita’s comment!
And I love that line about your mother’s bench being for stained glass only- that opens an essay I want to read someday!
oh thank you Emily! As always your read invites me to read my work again to see what I've done subconsciously. And that line! I'm so glad you liked it. I hoped it created curiosity. xoxoxo
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I love this - thank you for sharing!
Thank you, Sheila! I love hearing that you loved it. ❤️❤️❤️
This is a beautiful poem of an essay. Like seeing through stained glass.
Ooooh what a lovely compliment. Thank you, Rita! It is a kindof poemish kindof essayish kindof a thing.
My favorite kind of writing ❤️
Wheeeeee. ❤️❤️❤️