Wow Kimberly. Wow. The two paired endings - “so helplessness passes easily into sweet effortless peace like they say about drowning” - “i am helpless then allowing then at peace like they say about healing”….. I wish that my father could have learned this surrender, this peace. Instead, he fought the pain, and no one could help him - only watch him suffer and grow angry armour against empathy for him…. (Sorry, I realise that won’t make much sense). I have often wondered how I would be if I suffered as my dad did, I hope I would find a way to peace and surrender and turn toward kindness and not bitterness and anger. You show us the way oxox
Surrender is a lot easier in a poem than in real life. I sometimes think our dying is that surrender, and maybe how it worked for both my dads, and sounds like yours too. I agree, it's much more sweet if we have the fortune to experience it while still alive, so let's stretch out our arms and include as many as we can in the possibility. Big love to you Emily.
Power filled poems, both. The tender juxtaposition of Charlie’s poem with yours strikes a profound connection father to daughter. His foreshadowing is eerie, your walking with your condition echoes that same eerie experience. Today it brought me the image of a piece of Charlie expressing himself thru your constant motion.
You once said that your inner ‘seas’ feel somewhat less when you’re riding in a car. That brings me to wonder if sailing would provide the same soothing effect.
The truth that your tenderness remains your most clear presentation as you move thru the world is a reflection of that marvelous soul of yours.
I’m so honored to know you, even if only a little.
Your wondering is spot on Teyani. Any sort of passive movement is a joyous relief. Boats, trains, cars… I like how you say this: “Charlie expressing himself through your constant movement.” Almost like a strand of sleeping DNA awoke and its spiraling helix creates a new vibration or wave in my being.
I’m glad it resonated… I’m into all the woo woo spiritual connections, and such. Not all are. I hold a belief that my ancestors affect my being, (from both a scientific and spiritual perspective ) and as I continue to look for healing / stabilization of my condition I’ve been seeking all sorts of ideas.. I hope this comes across as I’m intending it, and not like some wacko who thinks you are broken, because I don’t. It was the line in his poem about waves that stirred my imaginings. 💞
The resonance between these poems is just gorgeous.
Could you say something about the photo that you chose to go with this post? I find it so compelling! Almost feel like I’ve been at this location, I am one who loves to inhabit the edges of continents.
Thank you for asking! It’s actually a photo of Depoe Bay on the Oregon Coast. I took it in 2006 not knowing it would go on to win awards and launch me into a photography (and subsequent film) careers!
I am beyond excited for you Kim, I have no idea where you are now but I am with you like a little spirit groupie leaping up and down clutching my copy of your memoire to be signed cheering you on!
These two poems... like two halves of one heart, both in a state of transient unknowing, to an end that brings peace joined in love and water... such exquisite writing from you both. xx
YIPPEEE! On to round two.... I am sooo excited to host and bring my most for you and for all who will be privileged to meet, re-meet. FYI- Remember where you are from....Pub-day might have a different connotation in small town "Sconnie"! LOL
Shivers is right! Are you perhaps kinesthetic dominant like me? It seems you might be, feeling your way through my words. We’ll have fun exploring this in the seminar next year!
The surrender - so beautifully captured. And so true, it was in the surrender that I found my peace, my everything. KIMBERY, I was hoping upon hope to make the NY tour. We will be in the UK during that time, as my beloved sister-in-law passed on and we will be with her husband and immediate family, for the memorial service... and to comfort them. I send my best wishes and I will be sharing your joy from afar. xo
Andrea you will be with me in spirit, and in my surrendering. What a sweet space I hold in my heart for you, sharing that unexpected peace together. Sending my love to you and your family, and your beloved sister-in-law.
Beautiful, Kimberly. So excited for your road trip! And for the first printing sold out - wow!! Enjoy enjoy enjoy! 😊
Road and rail and wing trip! Thank you thank you friend.
I’m looking to returning to my preferred hiding in the woods and showcasing others after this sprint!
Wow Kimberly. Wow. The two paired endings - “so helplessness passes easily into sweet effortless peace like they say about drowning” - “i am helpless then allowing then at peace like they say about healing”….. I wish that my father could have learned this surrender, this peace. Instead, he fought the pain, and no one could help him - only watch him suffer and grow angry armour against empathy for him…. (Sorry, I realise that won’t make much sense). I have often wondered how I would be if I suffered as my dad did, I hope I would find a way to peace and surrender and turn toward kindness and not bitterness and anger. You show us the way oxox
It absolutely makes sense, Emily. ❤️🩹
Thank you Julie 💛
Surrender is a lot easier in a poem than in real life. I sometimes think our dying is that surrender, and maybe how it worked for both my dads, and sounds like yours too. I agree, it's much more sweet if we have the fortune to experience it while still alive, so let's stretch out our arms and include as many as we can in the possibility. Big love to you Emily.
So true. Thank you - yes I think so too. We will stretch our arms wide to include everyone we can. Much love xx
the fore-shadowed
sweet
effortless
peace
of drowning
then of healing
the echo vibrating through ancestral currents
two poems foreshadowing the wave of unfixed-ness demanding sweet surrendering to celebrating the success of your beautiful book.
Absolutely gorgeous! I look forward to receiving my copies xx
Power filled poems, both. The tender juxtaposition of Charlie’s poem with yours strikes a profound connection father to daughter. His foreshadowing is eerie, your walking with your condition echoes that same eerie experience. Today it brought me the image of a piece of Charlie expressing himself thru your constant motion.
You once said that your inner ‘seas’ feel somewhat less when you’re riding in a car. That brings me to wonder if sailing would provide the same soothing effect.
The truth that your tenderness remains your most clear presentation as you move thru the world is a reflection of that marvelous soul of yours.
I’m so honored to know you, even if only a little.
Your wondering is spot on Teyani. Any sort of passive movement is a joyous relief. Boats, trains, cars… I like how you say this: “Charlie expressing himself through your constant movement.” Almost like a strand of sleeping DNA awoke and its spiraling helix creates a new vibration or wave in my being.
I’m glad it resonated… I’m into all the woo woo spiritual connections, and such. Not all are. I hold a belief that my ancestors affect my being, (from both a scientific and spiritual perspective ) and as I continue to look for healing / stabilization of my condition I’ve been seeking all sorts of ideas.. I hope this comes across as I’m intending it, and not like some wacko who thinks you are broken, because I don’t. It was the line in his poem about waves that stirred my imaginings. 💞
Oh gosh, no whacko interpretation at all! On the contrary!
Phew. I’m so glad. At times it’s a challenge to convey what the heart is whispering, thank you for your grace.
Beautiful as always
Thank you. 🙏
could there possibly be an "In Defense of Airplane Terminals" in your future? 🤔
travel safely and don't forget Wisconsin! 😊
The resonance between these poems is just gorgeous.
Could you say something about the photo that you chose to go with this post? I find it so compelling! Almost feel like I’ve been at this location, I am one who loves to inhabit the edges of continents.
And enjoy every moment of your book tour!
Thank you for asking! It’s actually a photo of Depoe Bay on the Oregon Coast. I took it in 2006 not knowing it would go on to win awards and launch me into a photography (and subsequent film) careers!
Nice! Many years ago I lived in Eugene, Oregon, and loved taking trips out to the coast. No wonder that image felt so familiar.
“Like they say about drowning / healing”
Exquisite.
I think these conversations with Charlie are my favorite examples of call and response yet. You have a generative, open, stunning nature, my friend.
Generative and open. Wow. I love those two words. Maybe something about being open, makes me feel generative. The creative energy flows both ways. x
I am beyond excited for you Kim, I have no idea where you are now but I am with you like a little spirit groupie leaping up and down clutching my copy of your memoire to be signed cheering you on!
These two poems... like two halves of one heart, both in a state of transient unknowing, to an end that brings peace joined in love and water... such exquisite writing from you both. xx
A beautiful poem and I can't wait to see you here in Boston this week!! A Hahdy congrahhts! As we say here
I so celebrate your success! Waiting for my signed copy!
I feel your celebrations dear Mary. What a joy to share this experience with you.
Beautiful poem. Enjoy the tour! You’re a rock star! Can’t wait to applaud you in person! 👏👏🌺🥰
If I’m a rockstar, my instrument is a garden hoe. 😂 Get ready for the biggest hug ever.
Bring it.
YIPPEEE! On to round two.... I am sooo excited to host and bring my most for you and for all who will be privileged to meet, re-meet. FYI- Remember where you are from....Pub-day might have a different connotation in small town "Sconnie"! LOL
Haha! Well no harm in combining those meanings! 🍺📕
Awaiting news of the trip and congrats on the sell-out!
Shivers. The intertwining of your writing and experience and Charlie’s from decades ago gets me. Every time.
Shivers is right! Are you perhaps kinesthetic dominant like me? It seems you might be, feeling your way through my words. We’ll have fun exploring this in the seminar next year!
The surrender - so beautifully captured. And so true, it was in the surrender that I found my peace, my everything. KIMBERY, I was hoping upon hope to make the NY tour. We will be in the UK during that time, as my beloved sister-in-law passed on and we will be with her husband and immediate family, for the memorial service... and to comfort them. I send my best wishes and I will be sharing your joy from afar. xo
Andrea you will be with me in spirit, and in my surrendering. What a sweet space I hold in my heart for you, sharing that unexpected peace together. Sending my love to you and your family, and your beloved sister-in-law.