I think you hit on something many of us feel in our otherwise fulfilling lives. Those moments of peace and isolation are so closely connected. It's beautifully written!
Even in loneliness, you're filled with love, wonder and curiosity. I'm so honored to witness your inner world come alive. With sharing, we all get a little whisper of you.
Beautiful Louise. When you mentioned lying in bed waiting, it made me think about when I was a child and I'd position myself in bed so the moonlight was on me. Every so often, it would come through a window onto my bed, and I thought it was magic, so I'd wait for something to happen.
Being happy is so elusive, but finding moments of joy, peace, and noticing things staying present, you noticing the hawk and the ducks worrying about them later what a compassionate, lovely piece.
Thank you so much, Greta. Trying hard to do this. Leaving my phone at home -turning off notifications -trying to be quiet when everyone’s so intense -just listen and absorb and figure out how I feel. All of it. You know.
Yeah, like with everything the good, the bad and the ugly. We want to hold tight like it is a way of trying to control when were feeling out of control.
Again Louise, breathtakingly beautiful. Love the way you can tap into your deepest feelings.
Thank you, Bennie. It helps to get them out. 🤗
I think you hit on something many of us feel in our otherwise fulfilling lives. Those moments of peace and isolation are so closely connected. It's beautifully written!
Thank you Cindy. 🙏🙏
Even in loneliness, you're filled with love, wonder and curiosity. I'm so honored to witness your inner world come alive. With sharing, we all get a little whisper of you.
Mary, thank you. You’re so supportive and loving. I appreciate you and your clients are so lucky to have you. I’m lucky to have you as a friend.
Beautiful Louise. When you mentioned lying in bed waiting, it made me think about when I was a child and I'd position myself in bed so the moonlight was on me. Every so often, it would come through a window onto my bed, and I thought it was magic, so I'd wait for something to happen.
That’s beautiful, Cary. I can picture that. That would be a beautiful piece to write about.
Being happy is so elusive, but finding moments of joy, peace, and noticing things staying present, you noticing the hawk and the ducks worrying about them later what a compassionate, lovely piece.
Thank you so much, Greta. Trying hard to do this. Leaving my phone at home -turning off notifications -trying to be quiet when everyone’s so intense -just listen and absorb and figure out how I feel. All of it. You know.
Yeah figure out how I feel. That is hard when I spent so much time escaping, hiding or just surviving.
100000000%!
Elusive for sure. But, it is there- just in our grasps- maybe we’re not meant to hold it too tight.
Yeah, like with everything the good, the bad and the ugly. We want to hold tight like it is a way of trying to control when were feeling out of control.
Yes!
What’s the saying?…”Be happy while yer livin cause yer a long time dead “
Truth- (and the wind knows it)
😘 Jill
Yes, right? What we always write each other about. 🤗