Yes yes yes. So beautiful! We meet in this place. The always becoming in our culture masquerades as growth, as the pinnacle of “the good life” but I believe lasting, rooted growth happens more in the horizontal being than the becoming.
Yes—we meet in this place, and what a rare place it is. I feel your words in my chest. The kind of growth that’s celebrated so loudly—the upward, measurable kind—often leaves no room for rootedness, for stillness, for simply being without performing. But horizontal growth, as you so beautifully named it, asks us to stretch inward, not just forward.
Thank you for bringing that truth here. It reminds me that real connection often happens beneath the surface, in the quiet soil where things truly take hold.
That line came from a place of stillness I don’t often reach—so it means the world to know it resonated with you. Sometimes I feel that what’s truly sacred only reveals itself when we slow down enough to listen. I’m grateful you took the time to read, and even more grateful that you felt it.
I love all your writing but this may be my favourite. The first line of this beautiful piece wafts into my heart to fill any cracks with light. Thank you💕
It feels like grace when something I write becomes light for someone else. Thank you for letting me know it reached you that way. Our hearts recognize each other in moments like these.
ha i see kimberly beat me to the quote but ill use it anyways its quite wonderful
Now I live like a letter
Never meant to arrive—
Just carried, tenderly,
By the hands of wind
From one beloved thing to another.
(further explanation of "climbing verbs" might be necessary but i suspect its a reference to getting several languages correct and the demands you had put on yourself)
Thank you so much—I’m really glad the quote resonated with you too. It’s one of those lines that seems to carry an entire life inside it.
And yes, you’re absolutely right about the “climbing verbs.” That was my quiet nod to the work of getting the alchemy of language just right—the way I used to load myself with expectations, always trying to “reach” something through precision. There’s something both humbling and oddly freeing about letting go of that urge to arrive perfectly. Now, it feels more like being carried—tenderly, in motion, from one beloved thing to the next.
That truly means a lot—thank you. We rush after minutes as if they owe us something, forgetting that presence is a gift, not a duty. But even in the hurry, it’s comforting to remember we’re not alone in what we feel.
Yes yes yes. So beautiful! We meet in this place. The always becoming in our culture masquerades as growth, as the pinnacle of “the good life” but I believe lasting, rooted growth happens more in the horizontal being than the becoming.
“Now I live like a letter
never meant to arrive—
just carried, tenderly,
by the hands of wind
from one beloved thing to another.” ❤️❤️❤️
Yes—we meet in this place, and what a rare place it is. I feel your words in my chest. The kind of growth that’s celebrated so loudly—the upward, measurable kind—often leaves no room for rootedness, for stillness, for simply being without performing. But horizontal growth, as you so beautifully named it, asks us to stretch inward, not just forward.
Thank you for bringing that truth here. It reminds me that real connection often happens beneath the surface, in the quiet soil where things truly take hold.
Gorgeous writing. Deeply felt.
“nothing sacred grows
Beneath the whip of haste.” 🙏🏼
That line came from a place of stillness I don’t often reach—so it means the world to know it resonated with you. Sometimes I feel that what’s truly sacred only reveals itself when we slow down enough to listen. I’m grateful you took the time to read, and even more grateful that you felt it.
Beautiful writing. ❤️
I love all your writing but this may be my favourite. The first line of this beautiful piece wafts into my heart to fill any cracks with light. Thank you💕
It feels like grace when something I write becomes light for someone else. Thank you for letting me know it reached you that way. Our hearts recognize each other in moments like these.
Yes! It’s part of the magic of this time (internet era) and we must stay focused on the magic💕
ha i see kimberly beat me to the quote but ill use it anyways its quite wonderful
Now I live like a letter
Never meant to arrive—
Just carried, tenderly,
By the hands of wind
From one beloved thing to another.
(further explanation of "climbing verbs" might be necessary but i suspect its a reference to getting several languages correct and the demands you had put on yourself)
Thank you so much—I’m really glad the quote resonated with you too. It’s one of those lines that seems to carry an entire life inside it.
And yes, you’re absolutely right about the “climbing verbs.” That was my quiet nod to the work of getting the alchemy of language just right—the way I used to load myself with expectations, always trying to “reach” something through precision. There’s something both humbling and oddly freeing about letting go of that urge to arrive perfectly. Now, it feels more like being carried—tenderly, in motion, from one beloved thing to the next.
I love when you write poetry! 🥰
To be in the moment is the hardest thing to do in this rushing world. Thank you for this heartfelt reminder.
That truly means a lot—thank you. We rush after minutes as if they owe us something, forgetting that presence is a gift, not a duty. But even in the hurry, it’s comforting to remember we’re not alone in what we feel.