How beautiful you are to see the beauty in all the places where others scan quickly and do not notice it. Thank you for your transparency, a reminder to us all that these cycles of remembering are not ones that we escape (whether we allow ourselves to be conscious of them or not). I admire your willingness to be conscious of all it is in your heart & to hear the lessons around you. ❣️ Thank you to "the edge-mulberry — who taught me what it was and is to root into exactly the sheer-ness that you have around you— even without soil, even without ground— you Find A Way— you root, you grow fruit, you give life." YES. May we fruit where we are rooted. Thank you for this reminder! 🌀 Alas; more life, more life, more life! 🌟
All of this is precisely what I saw in you back at the beginning of 2021 when I thought I might be dying of lymphoma. You brought life to the dead places. And still do xxx
sharon. i'm so humbled by this ... tears in my eyes when i really let it land. // i have such adoration for, and admiration of, you. Thank You <3 <3 <3 always and in all-ways ..
Audrey, I just love this and can feel myself falling into your words as thought being lured into a trance. I've had this same experience of being "ensouled" or claimed by place. For so many years I have wanted to leave Pennsylvania to free myself of the heaviness of the forested land--until about two years ago when I realized it was not really my choice. The land where I live, along the Appalachian Forest, had laid claim to my soul--the trees spread roots into my heart, tying my hands, enchanting my eyes, mesmerizing me into a state of something very much like love. I fell deeply in love with the forest and her creatures. So, after forty years of swearing I'd leave and return to the southwest I now know I've been called her and by the land she inhabits--both of them carrying stories that want to be shared. So, each morning I mix my mushroom coffee and climb three stories to my haven (office) where I sit at a window, overlooking the forest and I listen, deeply, to the sounds of small and big tales the trees have to tell. I watch them through the seasons like a mother watches her tiny children growing, noting their changes--their colors, the thickness of their bark, the way they dance in the wind, puncture gray clouds that hang over the earth, and offer safety and protection to those littles who live on the ground. It is a near addiction to the forest stories--I suppose-- like most love affairs, that best describes my relationship. Like you, I can now never leave this intimate kinship that's developed between us. From one lover to another, I hear you. Your work is beautiful and so inspiring.
I watched your podcast on Saturday. I live in England and it is late and I am tired and ready for bed. I will reread this podcast tomorrow. But for now I would like to say you rocked it on Saturday. The podcast was interesting, inspiring and altogether amazing. I think you are amazing. Suzanne xxx
How beautiful you are to see the beauty in all the places where others scan quickly and do not notice it. Thank you for your transparency, a reminder to us all that these cycles of remembering are not ones that we escape (whether we allow ourselves to be conscious of them or not). I admire your willingness to be conscious of all it is in your heart & to hear the lessons around you. ❣️ Thank you to "the edge-mulberry — who taught me what it was and is to root into exactly the sheer-ness that you have around you— even without soil, even without ground— you Find A Way— you root, you grow fruit, you give life." YES. May we fruit where we are rooted. Thank you for this reminder! 🌀 Alas; more life, more life, more life! 🌟
All of this is precisely what I saw in you back at the beginning of 2021 when I thought I might be dying of lymphoma. You brought life to the dead places. And still do xxx
sharon. i'm so humbled by this ... tears in my eyes when i really let it land. // i have such adoration for, and admiration of, you. Thank You <3 <3 <3 always and in all-ways ..
Audrey, I just love this and can feel myself falling into your words as thought being lured into a trance. I've had this same experience of being "ensouled" or claimed by place. For so many years I have wanted to leave Pennsylvania to free myself of the heaviness of the forested land--until about two years ago when I realized it was not really my choice. The land where I live, along the Appalachian Forest, had laid claim to my soul--the trees spread roots into my heart, tying my hands, enchanting my eyes, mesmerizing me into a state of something very much like love. I fell deeply in love with the forest and her creatures. So, after forty years of swearing I'd leave and return to the southwest I now know I've been called her and by the land she inhabits--both of them carrying stories that want to be shared. So, each morning I mix my mushroom coffee and climb three stories to my haven (office) where I sit at a window, overlooking the forest and I listen, deeply, to the sounds of small and big tales the trees have to tell. I watch them through the seasons like a mother watches her tiny children growing, noting their changes--their colors, the thickness of their bark, the way they dance in the wind, puncture gray clouds that hang over the earth, and offer safety and protection to those littles who live on the ground. It is a near addiction to the forest stories--I suppose-- like most love affairs, that best describes my relationship. Like you, I can now never leave this intimate kinship that's developed between us. From one lover to another, I hear you. Your work is beautiful and so inspiring.
Hi Audrey
I watched your podcast on Saturday. I live in England and it is late and I am tired and ready for bed. I will reread this podcast tomorrow. But for now I would like to say you rocked it on Saturday. The podcast was interesting, inspiring and altogether amazing. I think you are amazing. Suzanne xxx