Once again, I am riding the unbridled horse of grief. I’ve ridden a horse three times in my life, that I can recall, one was when I was very young probably three and it was my father‘s horse named Bucky O’Leary.
The beauty for me in my writing, is I create and then extend my hand to let a Poem have its flight and a life of its own that is cemented in time and space as it lives outside my body, but inside the part of me that grows stronger having set the poem free.
My grief has a profound and special place in the world of my soul, and the vulnerability that comes in sharing my Poetry sometimes means people may perceive I’m haunted or stuck in the mire of which I write.
It feels quite the opposite for me, like the freedom to write creatively as well as autobiographically is a well honed shovel of understanding.
I so appreciate your participation in the journey.
I’m so sorry for your grief. Grief is truly a wild ride. But if I may say of your writing, born of this grief—it’s so beautiful, so real, all of it—from the keds to the terror of being so little on a runaway horse—i can see it and feel it as if I am there. So powerful. I’m currently listening to the audio version of The Midnight Library and I am loving it. It really speaks to grief.
( reply reposted for context) thank you so much Spike!
The beauty for me in my writing, is I create and then extend my hand to let a Poem have its flight and a life of its own, cemented in time and space it lives outside my body, but inside the part of me that grows stronger having set the poem free.
My grief has a profound and special place in the world of my soul, and the vulnerability that comes in sharing my Poetry sometimes means people may perceive I’m haunted or or stuck in the mire of which I speak.
It feels quite the opposite for me, like the freedom to write creatively as well as autobiographically is a well honed shovel of understanding.
I so appreciate your participation in the journey.
And as always I amplify your voice back to yourself…. And thank you for the dry very meaningful words!
I do look forward to buying your book as soon as humanly/ emotionally possible 🤣and I definitely would love to plan a trip to the ranch/chapel/upcoming retreat.
James I so appreciate the comment and reply/return sentiment.
The beauty for me in my writing, is I create and then extend my hand to let a Poem have its flight and a life of its own.
cemented in time and space it lives outside my body, but inside the part of me that grows stronger having set the poem free.
My grief has a profound and special place in the world of my soul, and the vulnerability that comes in sharing my Poetry sometimes means people may perceive I’m haunted or or stuck in the more of what I write about.
It feels quite the opposite for me, like the freedom to write creatively as well as autobiographically is a well honed shovel of understanding.
I so appreciate your participation in the journey.
Michelle, are you reading the book that is unwritten, or are you authoring it? I couldn’t help but think of those flowers you describe, and once the smell is gone, they become really lovely - continuing to give even after their fragrance is gone. ❤️
Beautiful writing. Such an evocative description, both of riding and of grief. Sorry you are going through it, Michelle. Thank you for sharing this.
Thank you Wendy!
( repeat my reply but I think it’s gives context)
The beauty for me in my writing, is I create and then extend my hand to let a Poem have its flight and a life of its own that is cemented in time and space as it lives outside my body, but inside the part of me that grows stronger having set the poem free.
My grief has a profound and special place in the world of my soul, and the vulnerability that comes in sharing my Poetry sometimes means people may perceive I’m haunted or stuck in the mire of which I write.
It feels quite the opposite for me, like the freedom to write creatively as well as autobiographically is a well honed shovel of understanding.
I so appreciate your participation in the journey.
I’m so sorry for your grief. Grief is truly a wild ride. But if I may say of your writing, born of this grief—it’s so beautiful, so real, all of it—from the keds to the terror of being so little on a runaway horse—i can see it and feel it as if I am there. So powerful. I’m currently listening to the audio version of The Midnight Library and I am loving it. It really speaks to grief.
( reply reposted for context) thank you so much Spike!
The beauty for me in my writing, is I create and then extend my hand to let a Poem have its flight and a life of its own, cemented in time and space it lives outside my body, but inside the part of me that grows stronger having set the poem free.
My grief has a profound and special place in the world of my soul, and the vulnerability that comes in sharing my Poetry sometimes means people may perceive I’m haunted or or stuck in the mire of which I speak.
It feels quite the opposite for me, like the freedom to write creatively as well as autobiographically is a well honed shovel of understanding.
I so appreciate your participation in the journey.
The Midnight Library is up at the top on my list!
And as always I amplify your voice back to yourself…. And thank you for the dry very meaningful words!
I do look forward to buying your book as soon as humanly/ emotionally possible 🤣and I definitely would love to plan a trip to the ranch/chapel/upcoming retreat.
Let’s stay tuned in to each other and make it so.
I accidentally pressed reply instead of return. I’m sorry you are grieving and it is exhausting. I’m sending you hugs from afar. 🤗
James I so appreciate the comment and reply/return sentiment.
The beauty for me in my writing, is I create and then extend my hand to let a Poem have its flight and a life of its own.
cemented in time and space it lives outside my body, but inside the part of me that grows stronger having set the poem free.
My grief has a profound and special place in the world of my soul, and the vulnerability that comes in sharing my Poetry sometimes means people may perceive I’m haunted or or stuck in the more of what I write about.
It feels quite the opposite for me, like the freedom to write creatively as well as autobiographically is a well honed shovel of understanding.
I so appreciate your participation in the journey.
Michelle, are you reading the book that is unwritten, or are you authoring it? I couldn’t help but think of those flowers you describe, and once the smell is gone, they become really lovely - continuing to give even after their fragrance is gone. ❤️