Elizabeth, this is truly beautiful. I think we all forget what a journey this all is. Your devotion to truth, description of visiting and parting from adult children, your vulnerability - these things moved me. Thank you.
So many people would not have picked up on the details of small conversations, of bits and pieces from your travels that you wove together into a tapestry of words. Most certainly my favorite type of story ❤️
I am sitting here with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. As usual your writing has moved me. Your words describe feelings I cannot describe but feel all the same. Thank you dear friend. Love you.
Ugh, Elizabeth. I have a lump in my throat. I know you know I know. "It’s one of the hardest things we do, daring to give ourselves over, and over, to what we can’t keep." We are spoiled and I am regularly gutted by what I can't keep. This is just beautiful. I feel in it the exquisite mix of wonder, joy, and pain that every visit with my daughter is now.I am glad you are safely home. (Also, I did a little internal cheer when I heard that you had an empty middle seat. What good luck and a great omen!)
A few days ago, my almost useless right eye saw a huge Grifola frondosa, nessled up against an ancient oak along the old carriage lane through the woods and along the creek in to Hope. Returning to it later, I was able to dislodge it with a delicate, but effective long-handled shovel,,, scurry it onto an old beach towel, and hoist this cumbersome mass, with all the strength my tired old arms could muster, into the trunk of my buggy------- it must have weighed twenty or more pounds...
Subsequently, I've been processing it,,,, to be able to enjoy and share every little bit of it---------
Think omelettes,,, stir fries,, tinctures,, 'shroom soup,, dehydrating,, and freezing------Tra La
I feel so lucky to 'reconnect' with you through your wonderful 'scratchings' and fondly recall our musings at the St M's market about Jack-O-Lanterns,,, fairy rings and other things mycelial--------
Hello Elizabeth - thank you for this - Beauty-full writing. I live only at home, and you transported me round the World. The moments, the not-saying then but saying here. All those details your wheelchair-pusher told you. I'm chair-user, not pushed these days as I venture no further than my Lovely Garden - but I felt the over-the-shoulder exchange again, as you were whisked along. Really, such a voyage you've conveyed. Elephant Trees, dog-hungry folk, Ocean paddling + the pain of the let-go's. Such richness. Thank you. x x x J
Elizabeth, this is truly beautiful. I think we all forget what a journey this all is. Your devotion to truth, description of visiting and parting from adult children, your vulnerability - these things moved me. Thank you.
So many people would not have picked up on the details of small conversations, of bits and pieces from your travels that you wove together into a tapestry of words. Most certainly my favorite type of story ❤️
I am sitting here with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. As usual your writing has moved me. Your words describe feelings I cannot describe but feel all the same. Thank you dear friend. Love you.
Such a journey of heart and with a daughter's partner who doesn't speak a language you understand--do we ever really understand?
Many many journeys!!
Ugh, Elizabeth. I have a lump in my throat. I know you know I know. "It’s one of the hardest things we do, daring to give ourselves over, and over, to what we can’t keep." We are spoiled and I am regularly gutted by what I can't keep. This is just beautiful. I feel in it the exquisite mix of wonder, joy, and pain that every visit with my daughter is now.I am glad you are safely home. (Also, I did a little internal cheer when I heard that you had an empty middle seat. What good luck and a great omen!)
A few days ago, my almost useless right eye saw a huge Grifola frondosa, nessled up against an ancient oak along the old carriage lane through the woods and along the creek in to Hope. Returning to it later, I was able to dislodge it with a delicate, but effective long-handled shovel,,, scurry it onto an old beach towel, and hoist this cumbersome mass, with all the strength my tired old arms could muster, into the trunk of my buggy------- it must have weighed twenty or more pounds...
Subsequently, I've been processing it,,,, to be able to enjoy and share every little bit of it---------
Think omelettes,,, stir fries,, tinctures,, 'shroom soup,, dehydrating,, and freezing------Tra La
I feel so lucky to 'reconnect' with you through your wonderful 'scratchings' and fondly recall our musings at the St M's market about Jack-O-Lanterns,,, fairy rings and other things mycelial--------
Be well,,, be well,,, be well------------
Hello Elizabeth - thank you for this - Beauty-full writing. I live only at home, and you transported me round the World. The moments, the not-saying then but saying here. All those details your wheelchair-pusher told you. I'm chair-user, not pushed these days as I venture no further than my Lovely Garden - but I felt the over-the-shoulder exchange again, as you were whisked along. Really, such a voyage you've conveyed. Elephant Trees, dog-hungry folk, Ocean paddling + the pain of the let-go's. Such richness. Thank you. x x x J