This is just beautiful. I saw myself in your writing- the weedy gardens, horse with secrets, and the hope. The inner whispers that it can get better. You can do it. We all can. Green Blessings to us.
Oh my word Jackie. This is raw and forgiving and hopeful and helpless and full of life. What beautiful writing. You show me that the land rips us open and exposes a primal self, a self beneath. Perhaps this is the real reason that people flee this life. Not only because of the lack of money but because of the constant darking and enlighting that it demands. I love how you face this head on and especially how you give yourself grace to fail. Something I have always struggled with.
This is just beautiful. I saw myself in your writing- the weedy gardens, horse with secrets, and the hope. The inner whispers that it can get better. You can do it. We all can. Green Blessings to us.
Hope it's so precious, isn't it?
Oh my word Jackie. This is raw and forgiving and hopeful and helpless and full of life. What beautiful writing. You show me that the land rips us open and exposes a primal self, a self beneath. Perhaps this is the real reason that people flee this life. Not only because of the lack of money but because of the constant darking and enlighting that it demands. I love how you face this head on and especially how you give yourself grace to fail. Something I have always struggled with.
Thank you for your kind and generous words, Tim. They are much appreciated.
Thank you, Patricia. It's so kind of you.