Thank you for this- it is taking me into my evening and my trip home. So lovely, so real. And grands with keys rule. I remember a similar morning when I was a single parent- my dad appeared in the car with the spare car seat, handed me his keys, and said, “ go!” No idea what was so important then, but I remember those keys and the fact he was there, and twenty years later that is all that really matters.💜
This: “i don’t know what death and dying has to do with mornings, or blessings, except in the way that it has everything to do with both.” What an important thought to carry with me on my solo walk at the forest preserve this morning.
Thank you for this. It touches me in my core place as I prepare to out myself this afternoon to my medical team about a virus I've carried in my body for at least 40 years. Odd isnt it how shame keeps us in a web of pain that shows up everywhere we look when the looking begins in earnest.
I breathe with you Billie. There is so much to love about this essay, namely its invitation to simply be with you and the woman from your yoga class. It offers me the knowledge that I am not alone and the gorgeous reminder that we can anchor in with a simple breath, thank you.
Thank you for this Billie. Even though I have a meditative practice that I do often, taking the time to breathe, taking the time to be mindful and present is not a given but something I have to be very conscious of—or it’s not going to happen.
Home with Covid this week. Reading this gave perspective to many of the reeling emotions that have been surfacing. Thank you. I can begin again. Right here. Right where I am.
Thank you for this- it is taking me into my evening and my trip home. So lovely, so real. And grands with keys rule. I remember a similar morning when I was a single parent- my dad appeared in the car with the spare car seat, handed me his keys, and said, “ go!” No idea what was so important then, but I remember those keys and the fact he was there, and twenty years later that is all that really matters.💜
This: “i don’t know what death and dying has to do with mornings, or blessings, except in the way that it has everything to do with both.” What an important thought to carry with me on my solo walk at the forest preserve this morning.
wishing you so much peace as you walk xx
"most people have people there witnessing their imperfection all the way till the end." wow! gorgeous words; thank you. xo
you're so welcome! thank you for reading.
Thank you for this. It touches me in my core place as I prepare to out myself this afternoon to my medical team about a virus I've carried in my body for at least 40 years. Odd isnt it how shame keeps us in a web of pain that shows up everywhere we look when the looking begins in earnest.
Thank you.
you are so welcome <3 honored these words were something you could carry with you into such a vulnerable moment.
Love to you, Deborah. So much love.
Thank you, Jeannine ~
This is beautiful. I find your words so assuring, and they make me want to think more about so many things. Warmest love to you Billie 🧡
thank you for reading! and glad the words brought some assurance, writing and sharing them did for me too. warmest love right back atcha, diana <3
I finally had time to read your essay, honey. It's so beautiful. I hope we can witness each other's imperfections for a long, long time.
I breathe with you Billie. There is so much to love about this essay, namely its invitation to simply be with you and the woman from your yoga class. It offers me the knowledge that I am not alone and the gorgeous reminder that we can anchor in with a simple breath, thank you.
Beautiful. Thank you Billie.
Thank you for this Billie. Even though I have a meditative practice that I do often, taking the time to breathe, taking the time to be mindful and present is not a given but something I have to be very conscious of—or it’s not going to happen.
thank you Steve!! so grateful to have you here, and to be able to share my very imperfect practice in ways that resonate with you
You get it, Billie. Thank you for sharing your energy with us 💕
thank you for sharing it back!! xx
Aw ♥️
I could feel my breath slowing and my body calming as I read this. Thank you.
i felt my own breath slowing when i wrote it~ amazing how energy can travel through words <3
We all have it. And a lot of us find a way to be there for each other anyway. Truth!
<3
Thank you, thank you for this gorgeous piece.
Am sending you a DM about yoga. 🩵
Peace, and blessings. Enjoy the cabin.
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Home with Covid this week. Reading this gave perspective to many of the reeling emotions that have been surfacing. Thank you. I can begin again. Right here. Right where I am.
thank you for sharing this! and for beginning again, together. <3