Oh Sue, how beautiful each and every word of this is! My dear friend, I loved it all, but I think the message for me is in the last paragraph, and I don’t even know why that is. “When time feels too fast for our liking, maybe it is an invitation to slow our pace, to linger longer in moments of connection and beauty. Cultivate what matters most and let the rest go.” I think it is because I need to do that lingering part, lingering in connection and beauty.” I feel a special connection to you, and this piece of writing deepened that connection as I listened to read to me with a voice that is so soothing.
I imagine the joy you must have felt when you felt when you discovered those blooms on your hellebore! I’d have been the same way. I’ve been ridiculously joyful watching an orchid that began to show signs of budding just before Christmas. Now she is covered with beautiful blossoms and I make sure I make over them every single day. I felt almost insulted when a visitor commented they thought the plant was fake. I mean really!
I’ve never had a hellebore, but I must get one now.
This blooming, this growing, in the dark places is a reminder we all need. Thank you. Also, thank you for encouraging the slow entering into this year.
Loved your book reviews too. Now I must read the ones you recommend. Sending much love your way. Hugs.
Sally, thank you for this lovely reply! 🩷 I’m so glad you found something to ponder from what I wrote. Your ridiculous joy over your orchid is you already lingering in the beauty (and it’s not ridiculous at all). Maybe those of us who have snow covering the ground appreciate the beauty of flowers more? 🤷♀️ I agree that we have a special and precious connection 🥰
We barricade ourselves against those liminal passages to our detriment. But I'm guilty. And for that, I'm sure, I've missed some possibilities for growth — unlike your lovely hellibore. Thank you, Sue, for this vulnerable, thoughtful, and heart-full piece.
Rejoicing with you over those hellabores! They were growing in our backyard when we arrived in NZ winter 🥹Love your poem and relate to it so well. This entire season has felt like a pause; floating and hovering between where my heart was and where it wants to be. Once again, blessed by your thoughtful post. Much love ❤️❤️
I love to read everything you sen me, Sue. I am also living in a precarious state. My Darryl is fighting through the next stage in his fight with MD. I am so thankful that we can be assured of God’s love for us & that He already knows what the outcome is. God bless you for sharing as you do from your heart as you live your jpourney. Blessings my dear friend. LIN🙏🏼
Oh Sue, how beautiful each and every word of this is! My dear friend, I loved it all, but I think the message for me is in the last paragraph, and I don’t even know why that is. “When time feels too fast for our liking, maybe it is an invitation to slow our pace, to linger longer in moments of connection and beauty. Cultivate what matters most and let the rest go.” I think it is because I need to do that lingering part, lingering in connection and beauty.” I feel a special connection to you, and this piece of writing deepened that connection as I listened to read to me with a voice that is so soothing.
I imagine the joy you must have felt when you felt when you discovered those blooms on your hellebore! I’d have been the same way. I’ve been ridiculously joyful watching an orchid that began to show signs of budding just before Christmas. Now she is covered with beautiful blossoms and I make sure I make over them every single day. I felt almost insulted when a visitor commented they thought the plant was fake. I mean really!
I’ve never had a hellebore, but I must get one now.
This blooming, this growing, in the dark places is a reminder we all need. Thank you. Also, thank you for encouraging the slow entering into this year.
Loved your book reviews too. Now I must read the ones you recommend. Sending much love your way. Hugs.
Sally, thank you for this lovely reply! 🩷 I’m so glad you found something to ponder from what I wrote. Your ridiculous joy over your orchid is you already lingering in the beauty (and it’s not ridiculous at all). Maybe those of us who have snow covering the ground appreciate the beauty of flowers more? 🤷♀️ I agree that we have a special and precious connection 🥰
We barricade ourselves against those liminal passages to our detriment. But I'm guilty. And for that, I'm sure, I've missed some possibilities for growth — unlike your lovely hellibore. Thank you, Sue, for this vulnerable, thoughtful, and heart-full piece.
What you say is true. May we learn to lean in and submit to the uncertainty.
Appreciate your encouragement
Rejoicing with you over those hellabores! They were growing in our backyard when we arrived in NZ winter 🥹Love your poem and relate to it so well. This entire season has felt like a pause; floating and hovering between where my heart was and where it wants to be. Once again, blessed by your thoughtful post. Much love ❤️❤️
I wonder what has been growing as you have navigated this liminal space?
I am thankful for hellebores, for lessons learned in the dark and for friends across the ocean who understand at a heart level. 🩷🥰
I love to read everything you sen me, Sue. I am also living in a precarious state. My Darryl is fighting through the next stage in his fight with MD. I am so thankful that we can be assured of God’s love for us & that He already knows what the outcome is. God bless you for sharing as you do from your heart as you live your jpourney. Blessings my dear friend. LIN🙏🏼
I’m so sorry Linda, how difficult for you both 😢. May you experience his presence with you as you walk this hard road. Thanks for interacting. 🩷