Your words are like a tether. I woke up this morning to my quiet feed ringing feverishly. I thought to myself, Eden. It must’ve been. And sure enough I logged onto her beautiful blog like I’ve done so many times in the last seven years and sobbed through the entire thing.
I can’t respond to every post right now and sometimes they will be awaiting moderation know that I’m reading every single one. And I do feel buoyed by it. For a while I lost faith in words which is a terrible thing for a writer
Willi responded to his parents voice this morning. Moving his hands lightly as if sunk in a deep deep dream
I gave up prayer along time ago at least the kind that’s recognized by most people. I pray in the woods, and beautiful places. I try to meditate on kindness. But in these last few days I have found myself like a small child praying to God of my childhood… Hands clasped, now I lay me down, Hail Mary. I called on my long dead father to watch over us. Him his presence disappeared quickly after the birth of my daughter– when, I supposed he knew my heart was full and that I had healed..