Even the brilliant snaps of sunset photos this week all reveal a fading light of the summer, which matches to the wistful tone of your text about the house now being less noisy, less chaotic, and painfully empty. And it did bring to mind some philosophical writing I did recently exploring loss, not just as the absence of the joy we knew, but as the opportunity to make room for the happiness we will know. However, sometimes the “right words” are not as helpful as we would like. It seems too complicated for this moment of reflection by you and Sarah, and I decided to share a lyrical quatrain anaphora poem I wrote recently for someone else, who also… just ‘needed a hug’.
Those sunsets! Your beautiful words! ❤️ 🌅 ✍️
Oh my word, absolutely beautiful skies❤️🔥
Those skies! I'm gobsmacked
Even the brilliant snaps of sunset photos this week all reveal a fading light of the summer, which matches to the wistful tone of your text about the house now being less noisy, less chaotic, and painfully empty. And it did bring to mind some philosophical writing I did recently exploring loss, not just as the absence of the joy we knew, but as the opportunity to make room for the happiness we will know. However, sometimes the “right words” are not as helpful as we would like. It seems too complicated for this moment of reflection by you and Sarah, and I decided to share a lyrical quatrain anaphora poem I wrote recently for someone else, who also… just ‘needed a hug’.
A hug
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I want to hug you:
To protect the love we share
To honor the truth we dare
To show the world we care
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I want to hold you:
To begin your everyday
To be with you in every way
To let you know - it’s okay
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I want you in my arms:
So that you won’t depart
So close within my heart
So much like a lost art
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I want to embrace you:
To have nothing to forgive
To share a life we want to live
To offer all I have to give
Was the bumblebee alive? If so- how did you not get stung???