I sat in that garden yesterday at work. The bench faced out and I had thought how much silence was forwarded and grief behind. Your writing is the best therapy for you and we get to benefit. Thank you
I cried when I read this. It is emotional and warm and I felt the lonely tender heart singing praise to the one she loved. A son. Librarian. The brick alive with memory A little rebuttal maybe. You’ll move him by “ our Lady”. Maybe remembering childhood and something he said or did. I don’t know. It is very soft, tender. Thank you for helping me to feel it. God bless this one and you.
Wow, I didn’t even know I needed all these feels this morning. Cathartic. My favorite part was of the portaging. It brought back a wonderful, clear memory of before my wife and I met. A college friend of mine, Bruce, and I were dared to portage naked while canoeing through Algonquin Park in Ontario. Halfway through the trip we managed a 1.2 mile portage naked. Thank god there were no cameras allowed. Sorry to share so much. I just love your writing!
“Portaging in the Boundary Waters, you stumbled with the canoe. A bad sprain. Duct tape, icy lake, whiskey. Both of us fine - really fine - the next morning. Then at the end, I tried to rub your cold feet back to life. But you were in different waters, alone, crossing a border I could not see.”
It’s the “Then at the end, I tried to rub your cold feet back to life.” juxtaposed with the Boundary Waters and the sprain that caught my attention and held me for a moment. It was a tactile image that I felt.
Thank you, just lovely and touches like the rain outside my window on this Memorial Day Weekend, soft, nourishing, and makes me snuggle tighter into my fleece.
I love that you write all this. It’s just so special. I wish I could have you over for tea and cake. I wish you so much love. Keep writing these beautiful pieces. Thank you 💕
Thank you, Alexandra. 🙏❤️
Thank you, Maureen. Love to you, too.❤️
Beautiful
Thank you, Tamsin!🙏
I sat in that garden yesterday at work. The bench faced out and I had thought how much silence was forwarded and grief behind. Your writing is the best therapy for you and we get to benefit. Thank you
Thank you, Joshua.🙏
I cried when I read this. It is emotional and warm and I felt the lonely tender heart singing praise to the one she loved. A son. Librarian. The brick alive with memory A little rebuttal maybe. You’ll move him by “ our Lady”. Maybe remembering childhood and something he said or did. I don’t know. It is very soft, tender. Thank you for helping me to feel it. God bless this one and you.
Thank you, Denise.❤️
You are a true gift to my weary heart.
Thank you, Nancy. You are very kind.❤️
Beautiful and profound as ever. ✨
This took my breath away. Thank you Mary ❤️🥰
Straight to the heart . . .
This is beautiful.
An intimate interior conversation that made me cry. I know this feeling all too well.
Wow, I didn’t even know I needed all these feels this morning. Cathartic. My favorite part was of the portaging. It brought back a wonderful, clear memory of before my wife and I met. A college friend of mine, Bruce, and I were dared to portage naked while canoeing through Algonquin Park in Ontario. Halfway through the trip we managed a 1.2 mile portage naked. Thank god there were no cameras allowed. Sorry to share so much. I just love your writing!
I'm glad you, Enjoyed this, B W. That's one of those experiences you do remember forever.❤️
“Portaging in the Boundary Waters, you stumbled with the canoe. A bad sprain. Duct tape, icy lake, whiskey. Both of us fine - really fine - the next morning. Then at the end, I tried to rub your cold feet back to life. But you were in different waters, alone, crossing a border I could not see.”
It’s the “Then at the end, I tried to rub your cold feet back to life.” juxtaposed with the Boundary Waters and the sprain that caught my attention and held me for a moment. It was a tactile image that I felt.
Thanks.
Beautiful, Mary.
Thank you, just lovely and touches like the rain outside my window on this Memorial Day Weekend, soft, nourishing, and makes me snuggle tighter into my fleece.
Thank you, Mary. Love and Happy Memorial Day to you as well.🙏❤️
I love that you write all this. It’s just so special. I wish I could have you over for tea and cake. I wish you so much love. Keep writing these beautiful pieces. Thank you 💕
Thank you, Francesca. You are very kind.❤️