I'm swept into those oscillations as the summer and moons are on the wane. I love the way your writing begins so rooted in place and senses and takes us with you to reflections in the dark on loss and hard changes for your mom..and then return us into the morning ahead --I hope the blueberries were oh so sweet.
I sit here in Amsterdam with tears in my eyes after reading this post. It touched my soul. How hard to realize you are leaving your home for probably the last time. Be strong.
I'm swept into those oscillations as the summer and moons are on the wane. I love the way your writing begins so rooted in place and senses and takes us with you to reflections in the dark on loss and hard changes for your mom..and then return us into the morning ahead --I hope the blueberries were oh so sweet.
This touched my heart and dove into a few deep pockets of sadness and joy. Thank you.
https://anjuanand.substack.com/p/rivers-as-metaphors
I sit here in Amsterdam with tears in my eyes after reading this post. It touched my soul. How hard to realize you are leaving your home for probably the last time. Be strong.
goddammit, Tom. I hope some clenched-fisted folks read this and relax their grip a bit.
Charlie (aka Cathy, I guess)
I'm hoping that by writing this I can relax my own clenched fist.