Could this be any more lovely? I have read it over and then over again, and my heart always stops at the image of the bearded iris. My mother grew them in our yard and thank you for bringing me back there. So much beauty in this short piece.
Cindy, Char: Those noble bearded irises. Mine were carried here from another house decades ago. Five years, and they would not bloom. I moved them to another plot. And now they and the peonies crack open my heart on those few days in spring when they are wild with themselves. Thank you both.
OMG, Beth! I know why I love your writing...and you! Your poetry seeps into my heart and just keeps filtering through all my cells. Your way with words is what words were made for.🙏♥️
Such a peaceful flow of familiar images, starting with that peony - yes, bloomed-out, fondled at my front door. Imagining that place of leaving, there in the garden, by the ocean, with nature somewhere. A surprise, of course. Thank you, as always, dear Beth!
This is exactly how I imagine, (hope), my ending to end. I want a natural burial and your words take this idea to the most absolute peak in the most absolutely beautiful way! Thank you for your gorgeous words! Grateful.
Oh my goodness, thank you. A natural return to our earth. May that be our way. Thank you for this, Virginia, and also, for, well — you know. Incredibly generous of you, and I am grateful.
I hear the voice of Peggy, the elder Peggy, singing in the garden you make here - across time and in the bittersweet beauty of our few short years embodied. What a grace with images. Thank you.
Your words about Peggy remain with me — I am so very grateful. And yes, this mood space, this in between. She is still with me. She always will be. Thank you.
What a glorious piece of writing.
Thank you so very much, Geraldine.
Could this be any more lovely? I have read it over and then over again, and my heart always stops at the image of the bearded iris. My mother grew them in our yard and thank you for bringing me back there. So much beauty in this short piece.
Cindy, my iris are blooming and I paused at the same place-so true!
Cindy, Char: Those noble bearded irises. Mine were carried here from another house decades ago. Five years, and they would not bloom. I moved them to another plot. And now they and the peonies crack open my heart on those few days in spring when they are wild with themselves. Thank you both.
"...sky settled on the tongue of the bearded iris..."!!!
xoxoxo
OMG, Beth! I know why I love your writing...and you! Your poetry seeps into my heart and just keeps filtering through all my cells. Your way with words is what words were made for.🙏♥️
Deb, you are beyond generous. I feel so lucky to be here, among souls like you, who are open, who understand, who feel the tempo of these words.
Oh, the picture you paint! Radiant and true. Thank you for this gift on this blessed cool morning.
Radiant. I love that word. Thank you, Martha.
Love the spacing. Love the pacing. Prosey-poemy wonderful.
xoxoxo
Such a peaceful flow of familiar images, starting with that peony - yes, bloomed-out, fondled at my front door. Imagining that place of leaving, there in the garden, by the ocean, with nature somewhere. A surprise, of course. Thank you, as always, dear Beth!
I wish us all this peace, Ann. For someday. xo
This is exactly how I imagine, (hope), my ending to end. I want a natural burial and your words take this idea to the most absolute peak in the most absolutely beautiful way! Thank you for your gorgeous words! Grateful.
Oh my goodness, thank you. A natural return to our earth. May that be our way. Thank you for this, Virginia, and also, for, well — you know. Incredibly generous of you, and I am grateful.
Beautiful, as always.
I love "the near beginning." The pause before the leaving, when the all of someone is close and still fully present. Beautiful.
Thank you, dear Nancy.
Beauty tiptoes across the page - both your cyanotype and your words.
Hello, my friend. You are part of the beauty. Thank you.
I hear the voice of Peggy, the elder Peggy, singing in the garden you make here - across time and in the bittersweet beauty of our few short years embodied. What a grace with images. Thank you.
Your words about Peggy remain with me — I am so very grateful. And yes, this mood space, this in between. She is still with me. She always will be. Thank you.