Your profound response to Charlie’s, The Ride, reflects a dialog between two souls who haven’t met in real time but share a compatibility of spirit. Vulnerable, wise, surrendered, authentic and exquisitely poetic. He would be (is) so proud of you! 💜
Thank you momma, of all his poems, this one might be my favorite. His own foreshadowed drowning and the surrendered momentum are so moving. It was fun to "reply" to him. xo
Oh!!!! “The pivot point between desperation and discovery.” The nothing happens IS a fertile place, and so under-appreciated. In the searching for something, my new life had already begun forming roots, tentative, but real. Thank you for sharing this. Much inspiration as a work on rewrites for upcoming chapters too.❤️
I know I’ve said this before and I have to say it again…life truly is stranger than fiction. It would be a beautiful sight to have those two poems printed out and displayed next to one another 🥹
I lived on a sailboat for a year, and had the best sleep of my insomnia-ridden life. The gentle rocking, halliards clank-clanking, and water lapping against the hull—so calming. So glad your experience of vessel-sleeping was a good one too. As for ‘The Ride’ and ‘your response’, I’m no longer surprised by the synchronicities between you and Charles, despite the anomaly of time. Your energies connect and interweave in a time older than the time of daily life. You two have an eternal bond.
When I saw this notification pop up for your latest chapter, I had to read it immediately. I’m engrossed in this story. Your story. It’s all so vulnerable, beautiful, heartbreaking, and hopeful. Thank you for letting us into your world, for your bravery.
I love that call and response, Kim. Nests float, don't they? ;) I think that's sort of a perfect metaphor for your situation and Unfixed - finding solid ground on the waves. 💜
So many stories woven into the largest one. Your prose magically uncouples each story from the others and then rejoins them as something wholly new. Pure elegance.
Bless you and thank you for sharing.
I can’t wait to read about where in Colorado you came for help (I’ve lived here most of my life), and learn more about leaning into the unknown instead of trying to wrestle it.
Your telling, a good fire, small enough and intimate enough to sit close, to bask in its warmth, to feel clearly, the chill behind you, to get lost staring into its flickering embers. Little temptation to speak; the magic is in the hiss and sizzle, the lapping of the flames, the dance of half-thoughts and shadows on less than rigid walls.
Namasté my friend. It is a gift to be warmed by this fire.
If you think it might help someone, please do. 💜 Insomnia and I are well acquainted. Can’t say that we’ll ever be ‘friends’, but at least I understand her better now ;-)
Your profound response to Charlie’s, The Ride, reflects a dialog between two souls who haven’t met in real time but share a compatibility of spirit. Vulnerable, wise, surrendered, authentic and exquisitely poetic. He would be (is) so proud of you! 💜
Thank you momma, of all his poems, this one might be my favorite. His own foreshadowed drowning and the surrendered momentum are so moving. It was fun to "reply" to him. xo
Oh!!!! “The pivot point between desperation and discovery.” The nothing happens IS a fertile place, and so under-appreciated. In the searching for something, my new life had already begun forming roots, tentative, but real. Thank you for sharing this. Much inspiration as a work on rewrites for upcoming chapters too.❤️
I would not begin to write even one sentence that could compare to the beautiful writing of your own mom.
You just inspired me to ask her to possibly contribute an afterword… or a forward…to the memoir. 💛
I love the way your poem nests against his and especially the way yours stands tall in the last lines.
I love how you just expressed that! ❤️
Those poems 😭 The deepest heart pangs.
I know I’ve said this before and I have to say it again…life truly is stranger than fiction. It would be a beautiful sight to have those two poems printed out and displayed next to one another 🥹
That's a beautiful idea. Hmmm... I may have to commission my talented designer husband to pull that one together. ;)
Absolutely loved the lines that were crossed out and then replaced with new words. That was brilliant. :)
If only this sort of clean deleting/revising could really happen in our sleep!
If only!
I lived on a sailboat for a year, and had the best sleep of my insomnia-ridden life. The gentle rocking, halliards clank-clanking, and water lapping against the hull—so calming. So glad your experience of vessel-sleeping was a good one too. As for ‘The Ride’ and ‘your response’, I’m no longer surprised by the synchronicities between you and Charles, despite the anomaly of time. Your energies connect and interweave in a time older than the time of daily life. You two have an eternal bond.
I cherish this reflection friend. A bond eternal renders distance, time, and conditions irrelevant and something in me relaxes when I let this in.
When I saw this notification pop up for your latest chapter, I had to read it immediately. I’m engrossed in this story. Your story. It’s all so vulnerable, beautiful, heartbreaking, and hopeful. Thank you for letting us into your world, for your bravery.
Ohhhhh!!!! How dear of you to say Marychris. Thank you for being here!
Ohhhhh!!!! How dear of you to say Marychris. Thank you for being here!
I love that call and response, Kim. Nests float, don't they? ;) I think that's sort of a perfect metaphor for your situation and Unfixed - finding solid ground on the waves. 💜
Nest float!!!!!! I love this!!!! Next time someone is drowning, I'm throwing them a nest. ;)
Charlie’s prophetic verse. 😳❤️
And your heart beating response. 🥹🥰
“Like they say about healing.” The weaving in this piece is so exquisite.
The poems. The imagery.
So many stories woven into the largest one. Your prose magically uncouples each story from the others and then rejoins them as something wholly new. Pure elegance.
Bless you and thank you for sharing.
I can’t wait to read about where in Colorado you came for help (I’ve lived here most of my life), and learn more about leaning into the unknown instead of trying to wrestle it.
Well then hello Colorado friend! My family is in Boulder, the epicenter of all-things-wellness... are you near?
I’m at the opposite end of the state, in very rural, sparsely populated Huerfano (Orphan, in Spanish) County.
I’m closer to the New Mexico border than to Boulder. But I go to Denver for most of my health care.
Take a little detour west to tiny Gardner if you’re ever headed to Taos or Santa Fe on Interstate 25!
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i join the under-hull lapping
while rocking to a fro
gorgeous line.
Also, the crossed-out lines and responses: 💛
"...i am helpless
then allowing
then at peace
like they say about healing."
Your telling, a good fire, small enough and intimate enough to sit close, to bask in its warmth, to feel clearly, the chill behind you, to get lost staring into its flickering embers. Little temptation to speak; the magic is in the hiss and sizzle, the lapping of the flames, the dance of half-thoughts and shadows on less than rigid walls.
Namasté my friend. It is a gift to be warmed by this fire.
I adore the silent shroud of your responses. They feel so true and honest.
If you think it might help someone, please do. 💜 Insomnia and I are well acquainted. Can’t say that we’ll ever be ‘friends’, but at least I understand her better now ;-)
Such stunning alchemy, your heroine's journey to discover his... thereby actualizing yours.
We're a scribbled mobius strip, that Charlie and me.