Swarna there is such beauty in all that you write, and your presence, the nowness of your words allow us to stand beside you. Your wisdom and openness is a rare gift and I am so so grateful you are in this world. Sending so much love to you my firefly sister. 💜🧚🏼
I am equally if not more grateful to behold and love the beauty of your words and presence my friend and sister. Thank you for manifesting and sharing this world with me. And for always truly seeing me 💜🧚🏽♀️
Beautifully written and beautifully human. Thank you.
Today I was thinking about how sometimes life strolls along for eons and nothing changes, and other times the entire world pivots in a moment. Those sharp pivots are hard to navigate and it’s difficult to forgive the world for its callousness. I have no advice but to say hold on gently 🙏🏼
I am so aligned with your thought here Jonathan. The most difficult thing about those pivotal moments is the capacity to stay open to the everyday miracles. Thank you for responding always with tenderness. 💜
Thank you what a moving piece. The prose stretching like pulling currents. I feel that the melancholy and grief your are describing is just like an ocean. Its swells, the cathartic outpours. It makes sense to me: the to longing to go to the sea to grieve.
Holding you in my thoughts and prayers and sending healing energy. It is tough to lose what we love, but a very real part of life. I am trying to be thankful for the love without giving the loss so much power. Some days it works, somedays not but I will keep trying.
I hope you are finding little moments of peace and content in your daily life and are able to see that you are much more than your pain and suffering my friend. Much love and strength to you. I am so happy that we connected. 💜
I am so, so sorry, Swarna. One loss after another. I loved reading this and felt such kinship with you, which I am grateful for even -- or maybe especially -- when it is kinship over grief. The dark night of the soul will only allow us to walk through it, not escape, and if we try, it will start to eat us alive. I want to bring you candles for your journey. And try a jackfruit, which I've never tasted. 🕯️🧚❤️🩹
Thank you sweet friend. I agree, the only way out is through. I deeply feel our interconnectedness and kinship. You are always within the part of me that makes me believe in creating a world without fences and boundaries.
Only yesterday I shared a copy of ‘A walking life’ with my father-in-law because we were discussing the lack of walking spaces in Indian cities and how it is affecting our lives. Whether you like it or not, you are family now. 💜
To a future of burning some candles and having jackfruit and mangoes together in summer 🕯️🧚💜
Swarnali my heart aches for you loss upon loss. You made me cry with your perfect line (above). Its the comfort and the tragedy of life all rolled into one. It reminds me of being twenty and heart broken and injured and realising we don't just lie down and die from misery... and being appalled because life was long and I'd barely got started and some days it felt like too much. You seem much wiser than I, because you transported me to the sea and the market and the realness you showed comforted me. I hope writing this comforted you enough to keep writing, when you feel able.
Michelle you are a total sweetheart and your empathy and compassion are not lost on me dear friend. When you say “realising we don't just lie down and die from misery... and being appalled because life was long and I'd barely got started” I totally completely agree and nod to that younger self that I thought was left behind but still lingers by.
You invoke such wisdom in your readers and I am sure so much of it has come from a life furiously lived and lost the equal amounts. Thank you dear friend for comforting me, I feel less alone when we exchange these small love filled notes. 💜
This is beautiful writing, Swarnali. I can feel your grief through your words, and it meets the place in me where grief has resided. Sending you much love and strength. All things must pass.
Swarna there is such beauty in all that you write, and your presence, the nowness of your words allow us to stand beside you. Your wisdom and openness is a rare gift and I am so so grateful you are in this world. Sending so much love to you my firefly sister. 💜🧚🏼
I am equally if not more grateful to behold and love the beauty of your words and presence my friend and sister. Thank you for manifesting and sharing this world with me. And for always truly seeing me 💜🧚🏽♀️
Beautifully written and beautifully human. Thank you.
Today I was thinking about how sometimes life strolls along for eons and nothing changes, and other times the entire world pivots in a moment. Those sharp pivots are hard to navigate and it’s difficult to forgive the world for its callousness. I have no advice but to say hold on gently 🙏🏼
I am so aligned with your thought here Jonathan. The most difficult thing about those pivotal moments is the capacity to stay open to the everyday miracles. Thank you for responding always with tenderness. 💜
Thank you what a moving piece. The prose stretching like pulling currents. I feel that the melancholy and grief your are describing is just like an ocean. Its swells, the cathartic outpours. It makes sense to me: the to longing to go to the sea to grieve.
Thank you so much for reading. I am glad it resonated and for this brief moment we connected on this very human experience yet sublime realm of grief.
And thank you for sharing your beautiful mind, story and pictures!
And thank you for holding me in the space of your consciousness my friend. 💜
Holding you in my thoughts and prayers and sending healing energy. It is tough to lose what we love, but a very real part of life. I am trying to be thankful for the love without giving the loss so much power. Some days it works, somedays not but I will keep trying.
I hope you are finding little moments of peace and content in your daily life and are able to see that you are much more than your pain and suffering my friend. Much love and strength to you. I am so happy that we connected. 💜
Swarnali, So a lovely post expressing your losses. I am sending love and healing energy your way. 💫
Thank you for taking time out to visit this post Pamela. Sending love in return. 💜
I am so, so sorry, Swarna. One loss after another. I loved reading this and felt such kinship with you, which I am grateful for even -- or maybe especially -- when it is kinship over grief. The dark night of the soul will only allow us to walk through it, not escape, and if we try, it will start to eat us alive. I want to bring you candles for your journey. And try a jackfruit, which I've never tasted. 🕯️🧚❤️🩹
Thank you sweet friend. I agree, the only way out is through. I deeply feel our interconnectedness and kinship. You are always within the part of me that makes me believe in creating a world without fences and boundaries.
Only yesterday I shared a copy of ‘A walking life’ with my father-in-law because we were discussing the lack of walking spaces in Indian cities and how it is affecting our lives. Whether you like it or not, you are family now. 💜
To a future of burning some candles and having jackfruit and mangoes together in summer 🕯️🧚💜
Oh, my friend, that means so much to me! Thank you. 🧡 I do indeed think of you as family -- firefly sisters ...
Time is relentless but so am I.
Swarnali my heart aches for you loss upon loss. You made me cry with your perfect line (above). Its the comfort and the tragedy of life all rolled into one. It reminds me of being twenty and heart broken and injured and realising we don't just lie down and die from misery... and being appalled because life was long and I'd barely got started and some days it felt like too much. You seem much wiser than I, because you transported me to the sea and the market and the realness you showed comforted me. I hope writing this comforted you enough to keep writing, when you feel able.
Michelle you are a total sweetheart and your empathy and compassion are not lost on me dear friend. When you say “realising we don't just lie down and die from misery... and being appalled because life was long and I'd barely got started” I totally completely agree and nod to that younger self that I thought was left behind but still lingers by.
You invoke such wisdom in your readers and I am sure so much of it has come from a life furiously lived and lost the equal amounts. Thank you dear friend for comforting me, I feel less alone when we exchange these small love filled notes. 💜
The feeling is entirely mutual Swarnali 💜
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This is beautiful writing, Swarnali. I can feel your grief through your words, and it meets the place in me where grief has resided. Sending you much love and strength. All things must pass.
Thank you for your compassion, wisdom, and presence dear Maia. Indeed, all things must pass. 💜
Such beautiful, raw writing Swarnali. Sending love to you at this tough time. X
Thank you my friend. Sending you love in return 💜
There’s something so healing about the ocean. 🕊️💙
I know right!
I’m so so sorry about your cat. Our companions are our family. He was so young. Such a devastating shock. I’m so sorry.
Thank you friend for your time and condolences. 💜
Beautiful, beautiful piece. And that poignant end. 💔❤️🩹
Thank you Trivarna, thinking of you over here 💜
So beautiful Swarnali. I feel you in all the elements, in the sensory, in the emotion. The raw and realness of life. Thoughts from New Zealand. 🙏
Thank you Jo. Greetings to your beautiful country 🌊