I hear you Marisa. It’s always simmering, for me, in between and under and through all the beauty and joy and miracles. The mysteries of navigating it all. Thank goodness for the flowers.
I never realized how much I needed marigolds til this September- even the long and leggy rather ugly ones I put in the wrong pots. (Because, really, it’s a flower in a pot, how could it be wrong?)
Sending love and trust in the mysteries, come what may.
I reached that stage of grief for the everything last year. I'm not through it yet. Thanks for articulating it so well. That phrase about the system working as planned is true and chilling. It definitely needs dismantling.
I do wonder if and when we ever get through it, once we really see the shape our cultures have taken/ forced us to take? It feels like a grief I might always carry in my satchel, and that’s just part of being human in this moment? I’m not sure, not sure at all. But here’s to dismantling and staying connected through it all.
I suspect the answer to your question is that it is a grief we will always carry with us, because the change is too slow to bear fruit within our lifetimes. We are fortunate to see any change at all, but we are. I only hope it is not too late for our younger generations. I grieve for my sons forcibly inheriting the mess we have made, and are still making. But great civilisations have always fallen and given way to new ones, and the earth has endured and prevailed in spite of us, so I am hopeful, and hope is active, it motivates us snd carries great energy forward.
We share much the same perspective as mothers and as “the hopeful grievers,” I think. I’ve played with cynicism, but I’m grateful it doesn’t hold my imagination for very long at all.
I reached that stage of grief for the everything last year. I'm not through it yet. Thanks for articulating it so well. That phrase about the system working as planned is true and chilling. It definitely needs dismantling.
I hear you Marisa. It’s always simmering, for me, in between and under and through all the beauty and joy and miracles. The mysteries of navigating it all. Thank goodness for the flowers.
I never realized how much I needed marigolds til this September- even the long and leggy rather ugly ones I put in the wrong pots. (Because, really, it’s a flower in a pot, how could it be wrong?)
Sending love and trust in the mysteries, come what may.
I reached that stage of grief for the everything last year. I'm not through it yet. Thanks for articulating it so well. That phrase about the system working as planned is true and chilling. It definitely needs dismantling.
I do wonder if and when we ever get through it, once we really see the shape our cultures have taken/ forced us to take? It feels like a grief I might always carry in my satchel, and that’s just part of being human in this moment? I’m not sure, not sure at all. But here’s to dismantling and staying connected through it all.
I suspect the answer to your question is that it is a grief we will always carry with us, because the change is too slow to bear fruit within our lifetimes. We are fortunate to see any change at all, but we are. I only hope it is not too late for our younger generations. I grieve for my sons forcibly inheriting the mess we have made, and are still making. But great civilisations have always fallen and given way to new ones, and the earth has endured and prevailed in spite of us, so I am hopeful, and hope is active, it motivates us snd carries great energy forward.
We share much the same perspective as mothers and as “the hopeful grievers,” I think. I’ve played with cynicism, but I’m grateful it doesn’t hold my imagination for very long at all.
Oh I'm so glad to hear that! How many people throughout the ages have fought for what they believe in? Because of hope? It makes us strong! 😘
Beautiful ❤️
Really
I reached that stage of grief for the everything last year. I'm not through it yet. Thanks for articulating it so well. That phrase about the system working as planned is true and chilling. It definitely needs dismantling.
“Not quite speech ripe..” And yet, perfectly said. 🫂