For me the beauty and realization are the final sentences..."I say this to the self who still struggles to find a solid place to hold onto. “Don’t hold on,” I tell her. And, if only for a moment––a moment that feels like a small implosion––I put down the weight of that carrying, drop my shoulders and I’m free, unencumbered, alive in time." Surrender and as Galway Kinnell so poignantly wrote: "But trust the hours. Haven’t they/
Oh that Galway quote! So gorgeous. And I remember Galway. Met him way back when. Saw him recite Yeats while holding a burning candelabra above his head.
"And isn’t every moment a world? Look at a baby discovering their own feet. The pure thrill of having toes. Who could imagine something more surprising?"
I’ve read this several times now and just want you to know that I deeply appreciate your and strong, feminine touch on the subject dearest to my heart. So much wisdom. Thank you.
I keep re-remembering to o & have a Notes folder where I write but then, of course, forget to look.
I found myself rushing to run an errand today. Then, in the car thought, these are my moments I won’t get back— why am I rushing. So I slowed. Took the drive in. For that moment. 😀. And so it goes. Remembering and forgetting and remembering to remember. I love poetry because it is the place I most remember to slow down and be in it, to enjoy the creative, reflective process, and even if I never publish another poem, I have these beautiful moments of poeting, which is why I do it in the first place.
Thank you always for your grace and wise words. You’ve become a favorite poet of mine‼️💞
So much hanging on and letting go, a practice to live by.
When my granddaughter finished boot camp, she asked me to write out a line that she would have tattooed on her body, a line from a song I used to sing to her. I have that matching tattoo. She is a stoic, that young woman, but she asked for something deep and meaningful that she will carry on her body forever. I am blown away by such love. Thank you, Danusha, for what you write, what you do, how you live.
For me the beauty and realization are the final sentences..."I say this to the self who still struggles to find a solid place to hold onto. “Don’t hold on,” I tell her. And, if only for a moment––a moment that feels like a small implosion––I put down the weight of that carrying, drop my shoulders and I’m free, unencumbered, alive in time." Surrender and as Galway Kinnell so poignantly wrote: "But trust the hours. Haven’t they/
carried you everywhere, up to now?"
Oh that Galway quote! So gorgeous. And I remember Galway. Met him way back when. Saw him recite Yeats while holding a burning candelabra above his head.
What a glorious experience
"And isn’t every moment a world? Look at a baby discovering their own feet. The pure thrill of having toes. Who could imagine something more surprising?"
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Thanks for the reminder. One by one I see my friends disappear. Eventually I will be my turn.
It’s the hardest thing 🙏🏽❤️
I’ve read this several times now and just want you to know that I deeply appreciate your and strong, feminine touch on the subject dearest to my heart. So much wisdom. Thank you.
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So poignant and relatable Danusha. Thank you for sharing this- it sparked a poem today.
Best possible outcome! 🩷😉
I keep re-remembering to o & have a Notes folder where I write but then, of course, forget to look.
I found myself rushing to run an errand today. Then, in the car thought, these are my moments I won’t get back— why am I rushing. So I slowed. Took the drive in. For that moment. 😀. And so it goes. Remembering and forgetting and remembering to remember. I love poetry because it is the place I most remember to slow down and be in it, to enjoy the creative, reflective process, and even if I never publish another poem, I have these beautiful moments of poeting, which is why I do it in the first place.
Thank you always for your grace and wise words. You’ve become a favorite poet of mine‼️💞
And so it goes! Truer words were never said. 😅Thank you, Lisa. 🩷
So much hanging on and letting go, a practice to live by.
When my granddaughter finished boot camp, she asked me to write out a line that she would have tattooed on her body, a line from a song I used to sing to her. I have that matching tattoo. She is a stoic, that young woman, but she asked for something deep and meaningful that she will carry on her body forever. I am blown away by such love. Thank you, Danusha, for what you write, what you do, how you live.
What a beautiful bond and amazing story! 🌺🩷🥹
Thank you for sharing your thoughts- a most timely reminder for me! ❣️
Time for a tattoo! 😅
Love these nouns that show up, somewhat surprisingly!