Go(o)d Bless that mother! I wonder whether she knew you needed to scream because she too had stifled her voice. And your ancestral line of women before her. Looking forward to meeting her mother now...
Yes, she's quite a fierce and loving lioness. Her amber perfume pulled into my lungs certainly was more than a nudge. I felt it, as you said "an ancestral line of women" that all joined me in the scream. Very perceptive of you. ;)
The “lioness” in me wanted to strangle Ale for the injustices he perpetuated on you! But I knew as your mom that you, more importantly, needed to find the strength of your own voice. And you did! And continue to enrich our world with its wisdom and compassion and power and truth and...and...
Hmmmm, Kimberly, there's a lesson in this story for all of us. Your mother was smart that way. Seems she was showing you the way but not forcing it. The story of finding your voice and belting it out loudly whether it is a scream or a yell or just speaking with firm confidence it can be startling when first discovered. Very touching and so glad you found this voice of yours.
I know I don't need to say it again but I will. Love your writing. Rex
Beautifully articulated Rex. Yes, my mom really showed up in that moment with such encouraging warmth. I have always felt safe with her. I don't know if I would've been able to do that with anyone else at that time. She unshackled me and gave me new territory to breathe and live into. (Took years, decades really, for that to finally be realized, but that day planted seeds.)
There’s an intimacy about road trips that inspires us to divulge things we wouldn’t otherwise. And to echo what others have said: your mom sounds amazing. ❤️
You make me smile. Isn't if funny (or maybe tragic) that we can feel such resonance with each other's stories over here, but while we're in them, we are certain we are alone.
I think about that ALL the time. It makes me sad that anyone feels like they’re the only one hurting or struggling. That’s why I think sharing our stories and being honest about what we go through (good and bad) does so much to make us feel connected to each other.
Gorgeous writing, as always. Absolutely enthralling.
Completely different circumstances, but still this resonates with my memories of being in college during that 90s period. The need to scream — makes me think of the song “What’s Up?” from 4 Non Blondes, crying and then stepping outside and screaming “from the top of my lungs, ‘What’s going on?’” Screaming helped release anger and pain. But no matter what, nothing ever seemed to change for the better.
Your writing is so immersive and spectacular. Especially this line, “The same woman sleeps in a snow-covered dog house because she’d rather be rescued than rescue herself.” 🙌
So precious to be able to work through such an experience with your mother...
I feel your mother lioness heart too Nance! Two beautiful, powerful women, both enriching our world with so much wisdom and love. Such an honour to witness 💕🙏
Go(o)d Bless that mother! I wonder whether she knew you needed to scream because she too had stifled her voice. And your ancestral line of women before her. Looking forward to meeting her mother now...
Yes, she's quite a fierce and loving lioness. Her amber perfume pulled into my lungs certainly was more than a nudge. I felt it, as you said "an ancestral line of women" that all joined me in the scream. Very perceptive of you. ;)
The “lioness” in me wanted to strangle Ale for the injustices he perpetuated on you! But I knew as your mom that you, more importantly, needed to find the strength of your own voice. And you did! And continue to enrich our world with its wisdom and compassion and power and truth and...and...
Nothing but eternal heaps of love for you momma. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Deep bow to you, Nancy.
❤️❤️❤️
Well said Mom! I love how Kimberly brings you to life.
Rex
Hmmmm, Kimberly, there's a lesson in this story for all of us. Your mother was smart that way. Seems she was showing you the way but not forcing it. The story of finding your voice and belting it out loudly whether it is a scream or a yell or just speaking with firm confidence it can be startling when first discovered. Very touching and so glad you found this voice of yours.
I know I don't need to say it again but I will. Love your writing. Rex
Beautifully articulated Rex. Yes, my mom really showed up in that moment with such encouraging warmth. I have always felt safe with her. I don't know if I would've been able to do that with anyone else at that time. She unshackled me and gave me new territory to breathe and live into. (Took years, decades really, for that to finally be realized, but that day planted seeds.)
Kimberly, I do hope those seeds were not broccoli seeds but rather something tasty like a savory peach producing tree! 😊
Thank you for suggesting I'm articulate though. 🙃
There’s an intimacy about road trips that inspires us to divulge things we wouldn’t otherwise. And to echo what others have said: your mom sounds amazing. ❤️
Good God...how do you do it?! This writing is so fucking good!
“I am quietly frustrated by his rage but I need it near so he can drown out my own.” Ugh...I can feel the weight of this.
You make me smile. Isn't if funny (or maybe tragic) that we can feel such resonance with each other's stories over here, but while we're in them, we are certain we are alone.
I think about that ALL the time. It makes me sad that anyone feels like they’re the only one hurting or struggling. That’s why I think sharing our stories and being honest about what we go through (good and bad) does so much to make us feel connected to each other.
Gorgeous writing, as always. Absolutely enthralling.
Completely different circumstances, but still this resonates with my memories of being in college during that 90s period. The need to scream — makes me think of the song “What’s Up?” from 4 Non Blondes, crying and then stepping outside and screaming “from the top of my lungs, ‘What’s going on?’” Screaming helped release anger and pain. But no matter what, nothing ever seemed to change for the better.
What a great thing to scream at the top of your lungs! Now I secretly want to go outside tonight and do it.:) WHAT’S GOING ON!!!!!!!
I’m going to start from the beginning. This is visceral
Oh! I’m so happy you’re starting from the beginning. Glad to have you here Patris. 💕
Your writing is so immersive and spectacular. Especially this line, “The same woman sleeps in a snow-covered dog house because she’d rather be rescued than rescue herself.” 🙌
You have the gift of clarity, tender tendrils that gently caress explore encapture enrapture. Peace, Maurice
So precious to be able to work through such an experience with your mother...
I feel your mother lioness heart too Nance! Two beautiful, powerful women, both enriching our world with so much wisdom and love. Such an honour to witness 💕🙏