The laptop gathers dust in the corner. I do not care for it. Instead, I forage fallen flowers, and press them between old books, never to be read again. A sudden urge to jot down a line or phrase, and almost instantly, it is gone.
Sending a little prayer from London which hopefully will show up in a warm hug from the sun or a wink from the moon. I can't express how lovely it has been to receive emails from you throughout the years. They're truly a treat. I save them in my inbox until I have a good moment for them; on a bench in a park or my Sunday morning coffee. They always soften me up. And I hope you know how much your content is loved from all corners of the world.
It really hurts doesn’t it? Like something you could never have imagined. Stay away from CS Lewis on the subject. Unless it’s more rawness you are after. Nothing really helps. Only living through it. 🌿IE
Sending a little prayer from London which hopefully will show up in a warm hug from the sun or a wink from the moon. I can't express how lovely it has been to receive emails from you throughout the years. They're truly a treat. I save them in my inbox until I have a good moment for them; on a bench in a park or my Sunday morning coffee. They always soften me up. And I hope you know how much your content is loved from all corners of the world.
It really hurts doesn’t it? Like something you could never have imagined. Stay away from CS Lewis on the subject. Unless it’s more rawness you are after. Nothing really helps. Only living through it. 🌿IE
Great, uplifting poems. TY....wishing you self-love and kindness through your trying times.
Hugs and love to you 💜