Wherein: I tell Nick how to wake up in two kinds of dreaming, Birch sheds, Squirrel is frozen, I make-up a song, send out water essence, and cry in a floppy hat.
So many beautiful lines…. This stands out as emblematic of the soaring and sinking highly personal journey you take us on: “I cry a long time in the garden, treading your paths in my big, white floppy hat, hiding my teary cheeks and the snot running from my nose.”
extremely compelling imagery and language...
I am enjoying learning about dream states, too.
Thank you Nina!
So many beautiful lines…. This stands out as emblematic of the soaring and sinking highly personal journey you take us on: “I cry a long time in the garden, treading your paths in my big, white floppy hat, hiding my teary cheeks and the snot running from my nose.”
Thank you, Andrea! It certainly is soaring and sinking. As I continue to edit these journal entries I see how different grief is from day to day.
Incredible, astute observing s
“I send you eyeshots of the new flowers”! What a beautiful line. Thank you for sharing. ♥️🌸🌷🌻
Thanks, Holly!