More Typewriter Series Goodness
I teared up with this--over the memories of that time, the losses, and over how we have ‘new’ tired to live through, live with. But ... let’s plant some trees! Thank you.
The year of fatigue that sinks and seeps into everything indeed. It’s the kind of fatigue I spend my days in trying to wade througj the muck of CPTSD. And thinking of going back into the classroom in less than a month brings it flooding back as well.
Heard a wise man speak last week...
His point was being cynical about all that is around us is EXHAUSTING but also being bubble gum hopeful all the time can also be EXHAUSTING!
So finding that place on the bridge in between the two allows us to find places of rest...
But I’m tired just thinking about it all
‘Talk of sleep like some distant love...’ this really is so relatable since 2020. While life returns to some level of normalcy, never the same.
I'd marry Lady Gregson in an instant. I love that you found one another & raised your lanterns together.
How do you always manage to put into words the darkest feeling deep in my soul…
Oh heavens .......... you have captured it, beautifully and accurately. I shall plant something new and embrace sunnier days ahead.
Absolutely beautiful, as always. This has reminded me to take a breath and a moment. What a relief to have survived those years with most of myself in tact and with those I love still around me. Thanks for sharing.♥️
This so perfectly sums up the last few years. Some days I still feel this level of exhaustion. Love this beautiful poem.