Oh my Frederick - you've hit the emotional nail with the heart's hammer. Finality & separation are killers. Emily must have been an alien masquerading as human. Or understanding humans and emotions had a golden age - she being its mouthpiece - dimmed and lost with modernity.
Will be using this with appropriate attribution; "Writing and research is how I learn. Or if something confounds me, it’s how I figure it out (or, conversely, see that some topics are best not ‘figured out’)." - with the caveat I am far too stubborn to believe not figuring out is an option. My parents charts (and mine) no doubt explain this.
“Go for broke. Always try and do too much. Dispense with safety nets. Take a deep breath before you begin talking. Aim for the stars. Keep grinning. Be bloody-minded. Argue with the world. And never forget that writing is as close as we get to keeping a hold on the thousand and one things--childhood, certainties, cities, doubts, dreams, instants, phrases, parents, loves--that go on slipping, like sand, through our fingers.”
~ Sir Salman Rushdie, Imaginary Homelands: Essays and Criticism 1981-1991
So beautiful Frederick, thank you. As someone with 4 planets in Aries and a beautiful sensitive Cancer son that I fear I run roughshod over, I anxiously await your post about your Aries father. I thank the gods for my Venus in Pisces. An astrologer once told me I can be like Mother Teresa/General Patton, or Xena Warrior Princess. I fancy the later. So much love for you.
Yes, Emily's poem is absolutely the best poem ever written not about death but about how it feels for those left behind.
A friend, quite a bit older than me, once said that as long as our parents are alive we are children and when they go no matter how old we are, we become orphans but we also finally become adults.
It takes time to process the loss and in an odd way we become closer to those who are gone.
Thank you for your gratitude and thank you for being so open with what you're feeling. It makes me reflect and feel and understand too.
🫂 ❤️
Oh my Frederick - you've hit the emotional nail with the heart's hammer. Finality & separation are killers. Emily must have been an alien masquerading as human. Or understanding humans and emotions had a golden age - she being its mouthpiece - dimmed and lost with modernity.
Will be using this with appropriate attribution; "Writing and research is how I learn. Or if something confounds me, it’s how I figure it out (or, conversely, see that some topics are best not ‘figured out’)." - with the caveat I am far too stubborn to believe not figuring out is an option. My parents charts (and mine) no doubt explain this.
Lots of love to you ...
You are
The best
“Go for broke. Always try and do too much. Dispense with safety nets. Take a deep breath before you begin talking. Aim for the stars. Keep grinning. Be bloody-minded. Argue with the world. And never forget that writing is as close as we get to keeping a hold on the thousand and one things--childhood, certainties, cities, doubts, dreams, instants, phrases, parents, loves--that go on slipping, like sand, through our fingers.”
~ Sir Salman Rushdie, Imaginary Homelands: Essays and Criticism 1981-1991
So beautiful Frederick, thank you. As someone with 4 planets in Aries and a beautiful sensitive Cancer son that I fear I run roughshod over, I anxiously await your post about your Aries father. I thank the gods for my Venus in Pisces. An astrologer once told me I can be like Mother Teresa/General Patton, or Xena Warrior Princess. I fancy the later. So much love for you.
Yes, Emily's poem is absolutely the best poem ever written not about death but about how it feels for those left behind.
A friend, quite a bit older than me, once said that as long as our parents are alive we are children and when they go no matter how old we are, we become orphans but we also finally become adults.
It takes time to process the loss and in an odd way we become closer to those who are gone.
Thank you for your gratitude and thank you for being so open with what you're feeling. It makes me reflect and feel and understand too.
God bless you.