I am stunned, again, by the parts of your story that resonate with mine.
and deeply moved by your unflinching honesty...
“But it’s not all singing and dancing. When clouds blow in and obscure my proverbial honey moon, Syd frightens me. Syd is unfixed, always will be, and I’m not ready to meet that in myself."
Oh this is rough one - sweet, but I'm a bit worried... I don't know the end of the story, it could go either way (I think I WILL wait to watch that video after all, I don't want spoilers... ;) The important take away is that you were trying to help. 🤍
I am never not breathtaken when I read what you write. So raw. So unassuming. So immediate. This is forceful writing that drives straight to the heart. Thank you.
Oh, brilliant I just want to keep reading! Love that you both sat in silence for three hours doing your own thing! Thanks for the photos too. The one of Syd at the end..I love the mischievous potential in her eyes. More syncronicities — I named my daughter Cyd, she now has kids of her own. And I lived in Eugene and Portland (Yamhill St) in the mid 70s. I'm sure the landscape has changed a lot since then but the map is the same.
The raw honesty in this line broke my heart: "I learn to connect, not with Syd, but with the possibility of Syd."
I'm glad you felt that. Syd has, and continues to be, one of my greatest teachers—embodying with unabashed ease and thrill, the art of living unfixed.
I am stunned, again, by the parts of your story that resonate with mine.
and deeply moved by your unflinching honesty...
“But it’s not all singing and dancing. When clouds blow in and obscure my proverbial honey moon, Syd frightens me. Syd is unfixed, always will be, and I’m not ready to meet that in myself."
Ah yes, Syd was and continues to this day to be one of my greatest "unfixed" teachers.
I can totally relate to that.
Oh this is rough one - sweet, but I'm a bit worried... I don't know the end of the story, it could go either way (I think I WILL wait to watch that video after all, I don't want spoilers... ;) The important take away is that you were trying to help. 🤍
You're right, it's a very complicated, heavy, but also redeeming part of this love. I won't spoil anything for you. xo
This chapter was *so* intimate. ❤️
I am never not breathtaken when I read what you write. So raw. So unassuming. So immediate. This is forceful writing that drives straight to the heart. Thank you.
Letting this in, though it might take me a few years to fully hear/embrace such generous feedback.
Again. Damn. Oh the longing. Oh the honesty and the reflection.
Oh, brilliant I just want to keep reading! Love that you both sat in silence for three hours doing your own thing! Thanks for the photos too. The one of Syd at the end..I love the mischievous potential in her eyes. More syncronicities — I named my daughter Cyd, she now has kids of her own. And I lived in Eugene and Portland (Yamhill St) in the mid 70s. I'm sure the landscape has changed a lot since then but the map is the same.
Wow beautifully written and I hope Syd became/becomes your Earth Angel also, I was right there with you, just fabulous, hugest hugs.
What a love story. Beautiful