No words, in contrast to all the lovely, elegant words you produce. Frank Bruni, who writes for the New York Times, has a periodic piece where he prints wonderful sentences that readers have found and sent him. It's called: "For Love of Sentences". May I risk saying that I adore your sentences.
Thank you for sharing this. You and your sharing have helped me in countless ways and I’m a better person for it even if I’m trudging in a landfill, I know it’s as it should be.
#19. That was it. That was the one. That was all I needed to be reminded of today. Thank you for you. Keep giving us whatever you can. It sticks with us.
So happy to see you in my inbox! Been missing your dispatches and wondering if you’re ok. This is… a lot! Imagining you and Emily bonding over house flooding. 😖 Take care of yourself Hol - wishing for an abundance of good tidings to come your way as Spring emerges. 💖
I desperately needed to fall into this piece this morning. I FINALLY let go of Espero which I thought would be a ok because I’ve known in my bones for so long but lo and behold… it’s been something else. And I’m living in the in between, and with a scary amount of no money but I’m still happier than I ever was before when I had all the things. I love your writing, you, your honesty. I’m sorry about your time - the toothless cat and the roof really got me… all at one time???
Thank you for sharing this. I still want the meditation cushion and the rose colored light and the lavender scent. Surviving this is the only job. So true. I’ve been fighting change like it’s my only job. I’m not being given a choice. The only way is surrender, but it’s so hard. It’s the thing that keeps on needing to be learned over and over and honestly I hate it. But I’m glad I’m not alone in this. (Not that I wish pain on anyone!)
This series is so incredibly helpful to me, thank you for your courage and persistence in sharing it all.
Thanks for this series~ I always look forward to your posts, their layers and threads.
No words, in contrast to all the lovely, elegant words you produce. Frank Bruni, who writes for the New York Times, has a periodic piece where he prints wonderful sentences that readers have found and sent him. It's called: "For Love of Sentences". May I risk saying that I adore your sentences.
Your writing always stops me dead in my tracks!
I’m 72 and let go of everything I was trying to do to appear younger. Not. Easy.
I’ve been donating the money, I’m not spending.
Really? I’m worried about this shit when there are people in concentration camps.
And now I’m effing molting, after being sick and losing a lot of weight…my freaking thin hair is both breaking and falling out!
Put in the right perspective these aren’t problems.
This: My mission is to survive this.
Survive what? Living in our current effed up world and all the grief that goes with it. I don’t want to. I know I have to.
I’m one of the helpers.
Like the song says, “All I can do is keep breathing.” (At the very least.)
Thank you for sharing this. You and your sharing have helped me in countless ways and I’m a better person for it even if I’m trudging in a landfill, I know it’s as it should be.
#19. That was it. That was the one. That was all I needed to be reminded of today. Thank you for you. Keep giving us whatever you can. It sticks with us.
This!
Life is brutally hard, Hol.
Thank you for reminding me im not suffering alone.
All my love from Australia,
Hol x
So my faith is based on this kind of magic. I didn't know where or how to be today and then you send out this.
I am eternally grateful
So happy to see you in my inbox! Been missing your dispatches and wondering if you’re ok. This is… a lot! Imagining you and Emily bonding over house flooding. 😖 Take care of yourself Hol - wishing for an abundance of good tidings to come your way as Spring emerges. 💖
I desperately needed to fall into this piece this morning. I FINALLY let go of Espero which I thought would be a ok because I’ve known in my bones for so long but lo and behold… it’s been something else. And I’m living in the in between, and with a scary amount of no money but I’m still happier than I ever was before when I had all the things. I love your writing, you, your honesty. I’m sorry about your time - the toothless cat and the roof really got me… all at one time???
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Bewilderment is a whole ceremony. "Not knowing is most intimate." yeah well also FUCK the hell out of the disoriented pain of it all. I'll put some tobacco down for you and all of us in this most sacred of places. May we orient toward each other with peace. This article from 2011 helped me: https://www.elephantjournal.com/2011/06/why-being-broken-in-a-pile-on-your-bedroom-floor-is-a-good-idea-julie-jc-peters/
Thank you for sharing this. I still want the meditation cushion and the rose colored light and the lavender scent. Surviving this is the only job. So true. I’ve been fighting change like it’s my only job. I’m not being given a choice. The only way is surrender, but it’s so hard. It’s the thing that keeps on needing to be learned over and over and honestly I hate it. But I’m glad I’m not alone in this. (Not that I wish pain on anyone!)
I love what you bring to the table, Holly. This post resonated deeply with me. I feel seen again while I read it.
Thanks for directing us to a non-profit making a difference in MN. Donated and will be taking advantage of my company match to have them double that.
Take care <3
Holy shit, Holly. You held space so well these past three months of coworking while "Rome burned." Kisses to the kitty cat.