What a beautiful piece this is. I struggle with depression even on the best of days, and I draw sustenance and solace from friends and family--and from poets like you who are not strangers because of what you share. Your words matter. Well, all of our words do, even those we have to return to the soil. You call this post "The Worlds We Make," and I think, yes--I still get to make my world. I still get to feel love and compassion, as much as I can muster, not matter what. No one can take that from me without my permission. Thank you for your words.
dear Danusha, You are a woman of soul-deep beauty and strength, offering kindness and wisdom to the world through your writing. I am sorry you had that hateful experience.
I second all of that. You are a light for all of us, and your writing moves me every time. I wrote about the saving power of stories again this week. I often revisit this, when I feel I need the reminder. I also wrote about carrying my poetry books around with me like a shield, but it's more than a shield, it's a window, it's a light...It's everything you said in this piece.
Here's the link to my piece if you want to check it out. No worries if not. Thank you as always for the beauty you offer us.
I am so sorry that happened to you. Thank you for reminding us that we can visualize this kind of emboldened vitriol as dust and move it back into the earth. (Or under a rock.) 💕
Funny, I also gravitated to Nye's poem this week and included it in my weekly post. I hold that last stanza tightly. "We're not going to be able / to live in this world / if we're not willing to do what he's doing / with one another."
Before closing my book of Nye's poems (Everything Happens Next), I noticed her dedication:
To all readers and writers of poems everywhere
Be brave
Little things
still matter most
Danusha, thank you for your poetic voice, a gift to us all.
Sad to hear what happened. Thankful for Nye's poem. It feels like a prayer in this moment. I'm also thankful for your incredible poetry, your strength, wisdom and simply the beautiful person you are.
What a beautiful piece this is. I struggle with depression even on the best of days, and I draw sustenance and solace from friends and family--and from poets like you who are not strangers because of what you share. Your words matter. Well, all of our words do, even those we have to return to the soil. You call this post "The Worlds We Make," and I think, yes--I still get to make my world. I still get to feel love and compassion, as much as I can muster, not matter what. No one can take that from me without my permission. Thank you for your words.
I love this! Yes.No one can take that from us. In Solidarity---D
dear Danusha, You are a woman of soul-deep beauty and strength, offering kindness and wisdom to the world through your writing. I am sorry you had that hateful experience.
Thank you Naida. And truly, it only strengthened my sense of walking this path together with love. A blessing.
I second all of that. You are a light for all of us, and your writing moves me every time. I wrote about the saving power of stories again this week. I often revisit this, when I feel I need the reminder. I also wrote about carrying my poetry books around with me like a shield, but it's more than a shield, it's a window, it's a light...It's everything you said in this piece.
Here's the link to my piece if you want to check it out. No worries if not. Thank you as always for the beauty you offer us.
https://open.substack.com/pub/pocketfulofprose/p/we-are-going-to-be-okay?r=qqbxq&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
I am so sorry that happened to you. Thank you for reminding us that we can visualize this kind of emboldened vitriol as dust and move it back into the earth. (Or under a rock.) 💕
Amen! ; )
Funny, I also gravitated to Nye's poem this week and included it in my weekly post. I hold that last stanza tightly. "We're not going to be able / to live in this world / if we're not willing to do what he's doing / with one another."
Before closing my book of Nye's poems (Everything Happens Next), I noticed her dedication:
To all readers and writers of poems everywhere
Be brave
Little things
still matter most
Danusha, thank you for your poetic voice, a gift to us all.
Sad to hear what happened. Thankful for Nye's poem. It feels like a prayer in this moment. I'm also thankful for your incredible poetry, your strength, wisdom and simply the beautiful person you are.
What a treat to open my email and have these profoundly inspiring and true words written/spoken from you. Thank you!!