She Will Not Be Quiet: A (mostly unedited) daily writing practice
I think I may be your biggest new fan. 😆
"How will I ever fit in?
It turns out, I was never
meant to fit into
a world of strive
and hustle.
I was meant to notice
the tree-shadows on the forest floor,
meant to snuggle inside
the song of a moment..."
💯 Same. 🥰
Thank you for sharing your voice.
Thank you. So much. We are clearly kindreds. I so appreciate you taking the time to read my words and for leaving yours here for me. Such a gift.
A phrase one hears quite often in the rooms of recovery: "I never got the instruction manual" --- of life, that is. I certainly didn't. I bow to those who listen to the shadows of the oaks.
Thomas, how deeply I appreciate you, your kind heart, your beautiful poetry. Thank you, friend.
I bow back to you, Thomas. Sending you love on this blooming Saturday afternoon.
I think I may be your biggest new fan. 😆
"How will I ever fit in?
It turns out, I was never
meant to fit into
a world of strive
and hustle.
I was meant to notice
the tree-shadows on the forest floor,
meant to snuggle inside
the song of a moment..."
💯 Same. 🥰
Thank you for sharing your voice.
Thank you. So much. We are clearly kindreds. I so appreciate you taking the time to read my words and for leaving yours here for me. Such a gift.
A phrase one hears quite often in the rooms of recovery: "I never got the instruction manual" --- of life, that is. I certainly didn't. I bow to those who listen to the shadows of the oaks.
Thomas, how deeply I appreciate you, your kind heart, your beautiful poetry. Thank you, friend.
I bow back to you, Thomas. Sending you love on this blooming Saturday afternoon.