Vanda. My heart goes out to you. And my heart sings with the beauty in your honesty, the poetic details of being human. Your writing moves me. Mostly I feel like a butterfly that wants to spread your moms message to you and everyone: I love you. Do anything you want. Be anything you want. My love will always be with you. I always loved you but my will got in the way. Live like a butterfly. Lifted by the wind, frail, resilient, and beautiful!
You have a skill at igniting memories and emotions in readers as you reveal your own feelings. I think your rare job is to nudge all the emotional garbage we keep hidden in the wrinkles of our brains and force us to toss it on the table for a good look. I love that you wore your mother’s lipstick. Such a unique intimacy.
I relate to your view as a psychotherapist and how you’ve upgraded petty judgement to a professional diagnosis.
My soul was touched by the maintenance guy who couldn’t bear your mom crossing the busy street with her walker so he went out and bought her a burger. Sometimes your secondary characters are so compelling they need their own book.
I recognize in you a quality I also possess. I used to sabotage my life because I always got a deeper quality of writing. I hide from certain feelings, having yet to cry after losing my Mom. When my sister was sick and dying I took her to Westport where she fell in love with the Pacific. After she died, I returned to the room she’d stayed in and just sat on the balcony to watch the ocean. Suddenly a seagull landed on the railing, looked at me intently, and pulled out a large feather and dropped it at my feet. I believe in signs of butterflies and feathers.
I have missed your writing and I’m glad you’re back!❤️
Thanks so much, Bev. I'm happy to be back and thrilled to be in touch with you again this way. Let's start a writing group separate from my comedian group.
Your words are wonderful, sad but beautiful, thank you for sharing you with us.
Thanks so much, Kerry. I miss you guys. I'll shoot for Wednesday.
you're welcome
Vanda. My heart goes out to you. And my heart sings with the beauty in your honesty, the poetic details of being human. Your writing moves me. Mostly I feel like a butterfly that wants to spread your moms message to you and everyone: I love you. Do anything you want. Be anything you want. My love will always be with you. I always loved you but my will got in the way. Live like a butterfly. Lifted by the wind, frail, resilient, and beautiful!
Such a beautiful tribute to your mother!!
And a wonderful insight into how you process and handle life as it’s thrown at you. I appreciate you so much more as a friend after reading this!! ♥️
You have a skill at igniting memories and emotions in readers as you reveal your own feelings. I think your rare job is to nudge all the emotional garbage we keep hidden in the wrinkles of our brains and force us to toss it on the table for a good look. I love that you wore your mother’s lipstick. Such a unique intimacy.
I relate to your view as a psychotherapist and how you’ve upgraded petty judgement to a professional diagnosis.
My soul was touched by the maintenance guy who couldn’t bear your mom crossing the busy street with her walker so he went out and bought her a burger. Sometimes your secondary characters are so compelling they need their own book.
I recognize in you a quality I also possess. I used to sabotage my life because I always got a deeper quality of writing. I hide from certain feelings, having yet to cry after losing my Mom. When my sister was sick and dying I took her to Westport where she fell in love with the Pacific. After she died, I returned to the room she’d stayed in and just sat on the balcony to watch the ocean. Suddenly a seagull landed on the railing, looked at me intently, and pulled out a large feather and dropped it at my feet. I believe in signs of butterflies and feathers.
I have missed your writing and I’m glad you’re back!❤️
OMG the seagull!
Thanks so much, Bev. I'm happy to be back and thrilled to be in touch with you again this way. Let's start a writing group separate from my comedian group.
❤️