I will definitely forward this onto my other poetry friends & allies. Winter is the threshold of Spring's revival. It seems like in the colder months things die and crack. Hearts can be vulnerable too like the trees, the roots, the yet to bloom flowers. So much of this wisdom is extended towards the circulatory affect of the seasons. One cannot be Winter's dark seeds, without Spring's transformation. Thank you so much for this sincere, sacred momento little voice. It has inspired me to dream even deeper as a sky's mirror to the Universe.
thank you, little voice. life is not a linear thing. but you are not only the mirror: you are the woods, you are the music, you are the universe itself.
So wonderful 💓
Also - Katherine May writes on Substack! https://katherinemay.substack.com/
thank you, little voice. she is wonderful. i will be reading her work very closely.
I will definitely forward this onto my other poetry friends & allies. Winter is the threshold of Spring's revival. It seems like in the colder months things die and crack. Hearts can be vulnerable too like the trees, the roots, the yet to bloom flowers. So much of this wisdom is extended towards the circulatory affect of the seasons. One cannot be Winter's dark seeds, without Spring's transformation. Thank you so much for this sincere, sacred momento little voice. It has inspired me to dream even deeper as a sky's mirror to the Universe.
thank you, little voice. life is not a linear thing. but you are not only the mirror: you are the woods, you are the music, you are the universe itself.
thank you so much for this <3
and thank you, little voice. <3
I don’t think I’ve ever read anything so affirming, in my entire life - thank you
thank you, little voice. but it's all what you already know.