There’s at least five poems I could write out of this and had to stop myself from crying a bit by the end (I try not to cry too soon after a chiropractor appointment or a migraine bc otherwise I’ll just be left with the return or a headache I just got over 😆). But thank you for this as always KJ. Still praying for the breath of life into your bones as you continue to breathe it out into all of us.
Thank you for your beautiful words, your raw courage and your hard truth. They inspire me. It is windy and dark here today but I am reminded I am not alone.
"i am built of sand and sighs..." LOVE this. something in my soul needed to read it. i've been to those dunes, though it was long ago now (my aunt and uncle still live in the san luis valley). oh may i become aware again of those arms that sink out of sight for a season that feels so interminable. may i find some way to believe that they still encircle and uphold....
There’s at least five poems I could write out of this and had to stop myself from crying a bit by the end (I try not to cry too soon after a chiropractor appointment or a migraine bc otherwise I’ll just be left with the return or a headache I just got over 😆). But thank you for this as always KJ. Still praying for the breath of life into your bones as you continue to breathe it out into all of us.
The way I wanted to write this: poems. But I’m working hard to finish the first draft of my memoir for my publisher, so a haphazard essay had to do.
If you do end up writing a poem struck by the bell of this essay, please do share it with me/us. I’d love to read it!
And way to help your body out by crying just where it would help and no more. 🫶🏼
I definitely will 🤗 and I’m sure your publisher appreciates your prioritization 😂
Hahahaha I’m sure they do. 😂
Thank you for your beautiful words, your raw courage and your hard truth. They inspire me. It is windy and dark here today but I am reminded I am not alone.
I’m truly grateful my weird words here resonated with you. I often feel alone; the magic is in the mercy of finding I never I am.
"i am built of sand and sighs..." LOVE this. something in my soul needed to read it. i've been to those dunes, though it was long ago now (my aunt and uncle still live in the san luis valley). oh may i become aware again of those arms that sink out of sight for a season that feels so interminable. may i find some way to believe that they still encircle and uphold....
Those arms that sink out of sight but remain—may we live watered by their presence.
Also, I hope you get to return to the dunes soon! I want to go back for a much longer trip.