I’m thinking about love and pain and water and how each of us are made up of 60% of this life giving fluid and how perhaps, without us even knowing it, so much of that water is concerned with love and pain… we have an inbuilt control system, if only we learned how to use in a beneficial way would would suffer so much less… in love and pain… a crazy thought right?
This poem is so unbelievably beautiful… I now have it saved, thank you 🤍xxxx
“we have an inbuilt control system, if only we learned how to use…” What a cool thought, almost like faucets, one pours out love, the other pain. I’m so glad you liked the poem, it’s truly one of my favorites, one to carry for a lifetime.
Hope you’re feeling some warm sunshine on your dear soul today. ❤️
Portland waterfront is an explosion of play in the summer. When we lived in the city, Dave and I would bike the waterfront loop every weekend and relish in the children of all ages splashing, paddling, wandering, doing nothing but enjoying the all-too-fleeting days of warmth.
What a beautiful poem selection Kimberly. Now my mind wanders with the thought of love having a tangible fluidity like water. A molecular make up similar to H2O . Oh just imagine, we could bathe in it. Drink it in.
“…and there was no part of the pain that was not touched by love…Something vital that encouraged a different kind of life,a substance that supported buoyancy— a medium to carry me.”
I think we could all agree; that love, when combined with just about anything is ‘greater than the sum of its parts’. Love has always been the ancient healer.
The photographs, what a perfect depiction of healing love, acting like water.
The key phrase for me is “something vital”… how little we appreciate pain as something vital in our lives, how its force is so necessary on this planet of opposites. 💛 Love your reflections Veronika, always.
This is life changing to understand
It truly is. It’s my life’s work. :)
"No part of the pain not touched by love"-- The poem so moves that I am moved to add another: Abide
By Jake Adam York
Forgive me if I forget
with the birdsong and the day’s
last glow folding into the hands
of the trees, forgive me the few
syllables of the autumn crickets,
the year’s last firefly winking
like a penny in the shoulder’s weeds,
if I forget the hour, if I forget
the day as the evening star
pours out its whiskey over the gravel
and asphalt I’ve walked
for years alone, if I startle
when you put your hand in mine,
if I wonder how long your light
has taken to reach me here.
Love to you, mu dear
Gorgeous!
Wow, thank you for this friend.
This is beautiful!
And your photos are unreal… just wow!
“And in this way,
and sooner than you’d think,
the pain was rearranged
into minuscule bits,
and there was no part of the pain
that was not touched by love.”
I’m thinking about love and pain and water and how each of us are made up of 60% of this life giving fluid and how perhaps, without us even knowing it, so much of that water is concerned with love and pain… we have an inbuilt control system, if only we learned how to use in a beneficial way would would suffer so much less… in love and pain… a crazy thought right?
This poem is so unbelievably beautiful… I now have it saved, thank you 🤍xxxx
“we have an inbuilt control system, if only we learned how to use…” What a cool thought, almost like faucets, one pours out love, the other pain. I’m so glad you liked the poem, it’s truly one of my favorites, one to carry for a lifetime.
Hope you’re feeling some warm sunshine on your dear soul today. ❤️
Love this.
This is one to read each day. Thank you for sharing this. Beautiful words.
"And there was no part of the pain
that was not touched by love."
I agree, a daily reminder and relaxation into allowing what is to be held in a greater embrace of love.
“The pain was no less, it’s true.
But mixed with love, dispersed,
the pain became something new.
Something vital that encouraged
a different kind of life,
a substance that supported buoyancy—
a medium to carry me.”
— omg, I freaking love it!
Me too!!!!
Breathtaking poem. Breathtaking images. Thank you.
Wow!! This is absolutely gorgeous. Thank you for sharing!! XO
Beautiful poem. Incredible images! They remind me of summer days as a child.
Portland waterfront is an explosion of play in the summer. When we lived in the city, Dave and I would bike the waterfront loop every weekend and relish in the children of all ages splashing, paddling, wandering, doing nothing but enjoying the all-too-fleeting days of warmth.
“The way water meets a block of salt”—beautiful
"And in this way,
and sooner than you’d think,
the pain was rearranged
into minuscule bits,
and there was no part of the pain
that was not touched by love.
The pain was no less, it’s true.
But mixed with love, dispersed,
the pain became something new."
Something new...mixed with love, dispersed.
What a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing this Kimberly and those extremely felt images. ox
Lovely and visceral. xo
What a beautiful poem selection Kimberly. Now my mind wanders with the thought of love having a tangible fluidity like water. A molecular make up similar to H2O . Oh just imagine, we could bathe in it. Drink it in.
“…and there was no part of the pain that was not touched by love…Something vital that encouraged a different kind of life,a substance that supported buoyancy— a medium to carry me.”
I think we could all agree; that love, when combined with just about anything is ‘greater than the sum of its parts’. Love has always been the ancient healer.
The photographs, what a perfect depiction of healing love, acting like water.
So much emotion in the possibility.
Love bath.:) Now there’s a spa experience I’d be up for! Hope your summer days are filled with splashing water-love. ❤️
What a beautiful poem. Having just read this week's post by Stella Lyn Norris, with the key message
"Here’s what I’m learning: it starts and ends with self-compassion"
For me, this poem by the wonderful RWT continues from there with
"The pain was no less, it’s true.
But mixed with love, dispersed,
the pain became something new.
Something vital that encouraged
a different kind of life..."
Thank you or sharing 💗🙏
The key phrase for me is “something vital”… how little we appreciate pain as something vital in our lives, how its force is so necessary on this planet of opposites. 💛 Love your reflections Veronika, always.