So powerful, Erik. And aligned almost word for word with what I'm experiencing right now, particularly the journaling and the birds. Stay strong. I will, too.
Hard to find words that are as lyrical and potent, So impressed with your ability to share what youve woven, as as you say.,but hoping you find comfort and strength and in the light that is your full life.
Thank you for this. You evoke in clear language what being in the winter of things feels like. Having just returned from California, where the world is sunny, manicured, filled with cars, in a rat race, and artificial, I am reminded of the discipline and clarity of Vermont in the winter. Your experience on the mountain is an important human universal that we all need to touch upon to remain profoundly sane, and you articulate it so well.
I'm with you, Erik. Vermont (I'm dreaming about it), birds (I'm drawing them), and words as medicine. Thank you for continuing to shine the light on it all.
So powerful, Erik. And aligned almost word for word with what I'm experiencing right now, particularly the journaling and the birds. Stay strong. I will, too.
Powerful, searching and beautiful, my friend.
Here’s my favorite muse, John O’Donohue, on this season. I hope it adds and not detracts from your journey:
“This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.
Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.
If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.”
Hard to find words that are as lyrical and potent, So impressed with your ability to share what youve woven, as as you say.,but hoping you find comfort and strength and in the light that is your full life.
Thank you for this. You evoke in clear language what being in the winter of things feels like. Having just returned from California, where the world is sunny, manicured, filled with cars, in a rat race, and artificial, I am reminded of the discipline and clarity of Vermont in the winter. Your experience on the mountain is an important human universal that we all need to touch upon to remain profoundly sane, and you articulate it so well.
I'm with you, Erik. Vermont (I'm dreaming about it), birds (I'm drawing them), and words as medicine. Thank you for continuing to shine the light on it all.