My heart a river
Slow and deep remembers source
From whence I came.
Drawing near to sea
River’s end in sight heart asks
Who remembers me?
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Oh My, I hear the ache in this–so beautifully done.
Thanks for your dear comment. It helps to out momentary aches by writing.
I SO agree, my friend–I so agree; cheap therapy and it produces a lovely gift to share. Not a bad deal, I’d say.
Yes, a great deal. Now I’ve moved on to checking possible flights to a possible writing class next May. That’s good therapy also. ❤
Ohhh, good for you!! Can’t wait to hear more about this!
It won’t be until next May if I go. More later.
Yes…I’ll be waiting 🙂
The ultimate conundrum… I often wonder this myself. Hauntingly beautiful. ❤
Thanks Colleen. I’m glad to hear you wonder, too. ❤
this truly full of emotion, love it
Yes, I’m glad you picked up on it. Thanks.
Oh, nice one. :o)
Thanks for your comment.
sometimes I wonder if wanting to be remembered isn’t synonymous with not accepting endings
Good point. I was thinking about my grandchildren and my place in the family as a loved person living outside their orbit. Then I realized I am free to do what makes me happy instead of attempting to become a mythical grandmother figure. I’m moving on. 🙂