Beautiful & evocative, as always...endless food for thought! I so relate to the ache for silence & solitude (your childhood pursuits were not unlike mine), but am also happy that there is a loved one to whom to return & share the day's observations.
This reminds me of my philosopy classes in college. Allowing the triggers and science of the mind learning to roam. To bear the existential questions without answers. the never ending precision of counting time, watching the hands of this life of mine and yours ticking by. The moon is full, the beams of light spiked like a crown. Jupiter and Mars, the nightsky's knife and the blood. I appreciate the loneliest moments. I might be alone or not. Empty and overflowing. It stirs my heart, the beating, the sinking deep to my core. We are all alone is this world, everyone knows, how we come and go in a vacuum of air and light. Lonely in a crowd. The circus gone, the deep breath all in my head. The acrobat gripping the rope with his toes, letting go. Inching forward and back, forward and back, gripping the balance bar, waiting for the day. (posted freely along the way) Thanks for this great piece, pace, and peace, Tonya. Constance
raw beauty in this piece, tonya. silence and solitude. alone and loneliness. love and purpose. so many things to contemplate and relate to. thank you.
Thanks so much, Tabby.
This piece of writing it perfect. It went straight to my heart.
Thanks, Sue.
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Beautiful & evocative, as always...endless food for thought! I so relate to the ache for silence & solitude (your childhood pursuits were not unlike mine), but am also happy that there is a loved one to whom to return & share the day's observations.
This reminds me of my philosopy classes in college. Allowing the triggers and science of the mind learning to roam. To bear the existential questions without answers. the never ending precision of counting time, watching the hands of this life of mine and yours ticking by. The moon is full, the beams of light spiked like a crown. Jupiter and Mars, the nightsky's knife and the blood. I appreciate the loneliest moments. I might be alone or not. Empty and overflowing. It stirs my heart, the beating, the sinking deep to my core. We are all alone is this world, everyone knows, how we come and go in a vacuum of air and light. Lonely in a crowd. The circus gone, the deep breath all in my head. The acrobat gripping the rope with his toes, letting go. Inching forward and back, forward and back, gripping the balance bar, waiting for the day. (posted freely along the way) Thanks for this great piece, pace, and peace, Tonya. Constance
This is such a beautiful response, Connie. Thank you so much.
Nice writing. Sorry for your loss.
Thanks, Doc.