This letter has been sitting on my heart for some weeks now and its sit has not been soft, or easy. Its presence has been persistent and heavy. It moves with me throughout the day, lays beside me at night and most mornings it’s there when I wake. Sometimes I feel its presence even as I sleep.
I love the process you spoke about, the revisiting of language. The searching within the words that have found us by putting pen to page. It's something I wrestle with often, not feeling like I always have the language to properly articulate the feelings that I experience. I'm learning the beauty is stillness though, letting my words sit and expand themselves as needed. Or rather, 'Listening Through It'. So grateful for you and your work. <3
Listening Through.
I don’t even know how I found you or who recommended your writing to me - but I’m sure glad they did.
Thank you for sharing 🤎 I must say I'm in a similar space trying to create to get these feelings out.
I love the process you spoke about, the revisiting of language. The searching within the words that have found us by putting pen to page. It's something I wrestle with often, not feeling like I always have the language to properly articulate the feelings that I experience. I'm learning the beauty is stillness though, letting my words sit and expand themselves as needed. Or rather, 'Listening Through It'. So grateful for you and your work. <3