Rachel, I think of you often. What a sliver of tiny hope you brought me in my own season of deep, deep drought. Praying for you and your beautiful family on your own journey. Much love. Samantha.
Samantha, what a gift to hear from you here. I think of you from time to time, wondering how you are. I’m sure the kids have grown so. Hope these reads and ramblings continue to bring you light and life. Keep in touch, here…always welcome your presence.
Friend, somewhere on a post or caption I saw you mention being a librarian. I think you should go for it—it’d contain all you are and are becoming. Thought of you so much while out in the backyard.
Rachel, love all you write and share here. I have experienced this as I went back to finish a poetry book I am writing which is a journey through my life. I wrote new poems of me now going back to where God was leading me for healing. So reading this and Tasha's writing is so affirming. I have a poet counselor and my sister walking back with me. So much love here, thank you.
Love that you have a poet counselor, and your sister, with you on this journey. Absolutely thrilled that you are putting pen and poem to page…keep me updated. Really appreciate your presence here, Deborah. Cheers to you and the poems pouring out!
"They will see omissions where we saw opportunities; they will carry questions where we once sought to away with gravity the grief." I feel this sentence my friend, I feel it deep. Thank you for sharing.
Rachel, hello. I am a fellow poet and writer, and wanted to respond here to your invitation to look back. I am in my seventh decade, and have walked with Jesus for a long time, and much of my reflections, at least poetically, have been the engaging, uplifting God-honoring kind, although a few have dealt with hard and holy things as well.
I think I chose to write about what came easily to me, thinking that somehow I needed to honor God by lifting him up in some way rather than realizing he's come down to earth to be with me in my grieve as well
I've been searching for a way to process through poetry the deep losses I experienced because of a father who abandoned as a young child and some of the things I missed growing up. It seems it is never too late to face what's missing and realizing that God is grieving with us right alongside.
Grateful to find you here.
PS I have a friend Judy who gifted me a copy of your recent book, which alas is still on my bookshelf, but I am grateful to have it!
It's nice to meet you, Jody. I'm really honored to hear a little bit about your story. It means so much to hear from those a little further along in life. It's also interesting to see the differences we all bring across our various generations. I feel as though older generations were often told to not look back, to keep moving forward. With that came the repression of grief, perhaps even dreams and joys. My generation knows this tension, too. Hope to unpack that more sometime, and hope to keep hearing from you, especially as/after you read The Matter of Little Losses : )
"There is gold to be gleaned. Somewhere, shimmering small and inconspicuous." This is so true. I love looking for the places that shimmer in my life. Thank you for this reminder.
Rachel, I think of you often. What a sliver of tiny hope you brought me in my own season of deep, deep drought. Praying for you and your beautiful family on your own journey. Much love. Samantha.
Samantha, what a gift to hear from you here. I think of you from time to time, wondering how you are. I’m sure the kids have grown so. Hope these reads and ramblings continue to bring you light and life. Keep in touch, here…always welcome your presence.
I cried when they provided you a provisional library card too, friend. Hugs.
Friend, somewhere on a post or caption I saw you mention being a librarian. I think you should go for it—it’d contain all you are and are becoming. Thought of you so much while out in the backyard.
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Your words are golden—love how our wonderings always carry a similar thread.
I feel that too-and I’m so grateful for it, friend.
Let’s see where it leads us… : )
Rachel, love all you write and share here. I have experienced this as I went back to finish a poetry book I am writing which is a journey through my life. I wrote new poems of me now going back to where God was leading me for healing. So reading this and Tasha's writing is so affirming. I have a poet counselor and my sister walking back with me. So much love here, thank you.
Love that you have a poet counselor, and your sister, with you on this journey. Absolutely thrilled that you are putting pen and poem to page…keep me updated. Really appreciate your presence here, Deborah. Cheers to you and the poems pouring out!
"They will see omissions where we saw opportunities; they will carry questions where we once sought to away with gravity the grief." I feel this sentence my friend, I feel it deep. Thank you for sharing.
A haunting feeling, it brings. But, also, they will hear and see how we truly loved and did/made the best for them. Grace to you.
Rachel, hello. I am a fellow poet and writer, and wanted to respond here to your invitation to look back. I am in my seventh decade, and have walked with Jesus for a long time, and much of my reflections, at least poetically, have been the engaging, uplifting God-honoring kind, although a few have dealt with hard and holy things as well.
I think I chose to write about what came easily to me, thinking that somehow I needed to honor God by lifting him up in some way rather than realizing he's come down to earth to be with me in my grieve as well
I've been searching for a way to process through poetry the deep losses I experienced because of a father who abandoned as a young child and some of the things I missed growing up. It seems it is never too late to face what's missing and realizing that God is grieving with us right alongside.
Grateful to find you here.
PS I have a friend Judy who gifted me a copy of your recent book, which alas is still on my bookshelf, but I am grateful to have it!
It's nice to meet you, Jody. I'm really honored to hear a little bit about your story. It means so much to hear from those a little further along in life. It's also interesting to see the differences we all bring across our various generations. I feel as though older generations were often told to not look back, to keep moving forward. With that came the repression of grief, perhaps even dreams and joys. My generation knows this tension, too. Hope to unpack that more sometime, and hope to keep hearing from you, especially as/after you read The Matter of Little Losses : )
"There is gold to be gleaned. Somewhere, shimmering small and inconspicuous." This is so true. I love looking for the places that shimmer in my life. Thank you for this reminder.
Let's keep looking. It's all there—hope you find multitudes this summer/season!