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 ..
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! 🌟
thank you so much maeve for reading and receiving this !! for your words and acknowledgments.. the more i hear in the feedback the more i realize how much generative tension is present in all of these stories-- a being-called-to-stay when i want to leave; a being-called-to-stop when i want to keep moving .. they have taught me so much; how to meet the near-constant roiling-ness in my head and heart. love that the edge-mulberry stood out to you <3 i realized a few days ago that this year a big old mulberry was cut down in the front of the park where i used to work-- and then mulberry has been such a revelatory ally this year; i hadn't even connected those occurrences .. more to come, i'm sure. THANK YOU maeve <3
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.
!!!! jane. WOW. wow wow. thank you so much for the RICHNESS of this comment-- all the word-pictures painted for me..!! .. it's such a particular/peculiar thing, to be Claimed. 'it was not really my choice.' it gives my heavy head/heart some relief to hear your honesty-- in the 'swearing to leave' and then realizing you are interwoven in place. it's a strange, wondrous, sometimes grievous, spectacular experience. the urban wetlands/salt marshes are my current focus / 'addiction' -- just following where the attention is moving/going .. THANK YOU JANE <3 <3
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
suzanne <3 <3 this fills my heart. shows me what is/can be possible .. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. so very, very much for taking the time to write and send this-- and for being there during the presentation. i'm sending you a deep bow of love and gratitude <3 <3
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 ..
I loved this so much.
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! 🌟
thank you so much maeve for reading and receiving this !! for your words and acknowledgments.. the more i hear in the feedback the more i realize how much generative tension is present in all of these stories-- a being-called-to-stay when i want to leave; a being-called-to-stop when i want to keep moving .. they have taught me so much; how to meet the near-constant roiling-ness in my head and heart. love that the edge-mulberry stood out to you <3 i realized a few days ago that this year a big old mulberry was cut down in the front of the park where i used to work-- and then mulberry has been such a revelatory ally this year; i hadn't even connected those occurrences .. more to come, i'm sure. THANK YOU maeve <3
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.
!!!! jane. WOW. wow wow. thank you so much for the RICHNESS of this comment-- all the word-pictures painted for me..!! .. it's such a particular/peculiar thing, to be Claimed. 'it was not really my choice.' it gives my heavy head/heart some relief to hear your honesty-- in the 'swearing to leave' and then realizing you are interwoven in place. it's a strange, wondrous, sometimes grievous, spectacular experience. the urban wetlands/salt marshes are my current focus / 'addiction' -- just following where the attention is moving/going .. THANK YOU JANE <3 <3
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
suzanne <3 <3 this fills my heart. shows me what is/can be possible .. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. so very, very much for taking the time to write and send this-- and for being there during the presentation. i'm sending you a deep bow of love and gratitude <3 <3