Just Wow. Inspiring, honest, I’m transported to these landscapes through your words. My dad also comes to see me in dreams, it was special to read about yours. Bravo <3
I don’t remember who said it, but I think it succinctly captures the contest between our culture about killing and our vestigial instincts: “I stood for a moment in the oldest stillness on earth.”
Superlative writing, Nicole. You hit the mark on so many issues. Your comment about magic, and the experience of land-rooted lives, feels especially relevant to me here in Scotland. Thank you for sharing this 🙏
Just Wow. Inspiring, honest, I’m transported to these landscapes through your words. My dad also comes to see me in dreams, it was special to read about yours. Bravo <3
I don’t remember who said it, but I think it succinctly captures the contest between our culture about killing and our vestigial instincts: “I stood for a moment in the oldest stillness on earth.”
Wow! Love that frame. The oldest stillness. Small truths <3
Superlative writing, Nicole. You hit the mark on so many issues. Your comment about magic, and the experience of land-rooted lives, feels especially relevant to me here in Scotland. Thank you for sharing this 🙏
Extra good writing . . . thank you so much. This story covers a lot of ground.
Thank YOU for taking the time to read it. Seriously. I so appreciate your note <3
Everyone grieves in there own way, your way is interesting. One can envy your thought process and the flow of your words, good job
Thank you so much Walter!