Swarnali, I always read your pieces at just the right time. Your writing commands such attention, I can only come to it when I have true attention to offer. And then I always receive such a gift. I felt such rage at my loneliness this evening. Such rage at the place my decisions in this world (and the decisions of men with far too much power) have brought me. Your writing opened my eyes to the dark and beautiful landscapes of loneliness. You offered so many images to hold my attention here. I am here. I am lonely. I might as well have a look around.
Dear sister, the time is rife to look at our deepest loneliness and try to disentangle our attachment to these crooked structures created by external systems. True power is purely internal and there’s a deep belonging within ourselves that awaits us when we knock our inland’s doors. I assure you in the recess of your inner scape you are never alone. There is the observer who witnesses all that is happening to you and it knows. You are loved and understood beyond words - by that space, in that space.
Thank you for taking this lonely road beside me. I am deeply honoured by your presence and our connection.
I felt both the sense of roaming free and spiralling deep reading this. Love the voice and strong sense of place, how it gets at something so deeply internal.
That’s the exact space of deep knowing and experience I wrote this from. It makes me happy to know that you sensed it in my words. Thank you for finding this. 💜
“Each one of us is home to such suspicious polarities. Joy and sorrow are always dancing together in our inner worlds.” Beautiful, my friend. And true.
That was, as always so beautifully written, a warm and poetic trip into a cold and isolating place, loneliness I mean, not Shillong :) Sorry about you cat, life eh, so chummy with death, what to do? Thanks for the words Swarnali
Thank you Jonathan. I guess a major part of living is just effortless agreement with sorrow and accepting it as we accept our morning tea/coffee. Thank you for always reading my words ❤️
This captured the haunting beauty of our existential loneliness so well. Thank you ♥️
Thank you for sparing your time reading it ❤️
This was so beautifully written. it felt like i was there with you on your vacation. my deepest condolences for your loss ❤️🩹
Thank you for coming along ❤️
Swarnali, I always read your pieces at just the right time. Your writing commands such attention, I can only come to it when I have true attention to offer. And then I always receive such a gift. I felt such rage at my loneliness this evening. Such rage at the place my decisions in this world (and the decisions of men with far too much power) have brought me. Your writing opened my eyes to the dark and beautiful landscapes of loneliness. You offered so many images to hold my attention here. I am here. I am lonely. I might as well have a look around.
Dear sister, the time is rife to look at our deepest loneliness and try to disentangle our attachment to these crooked structures created by external systems. True power is purely internal and there’s a deep belonging within ourselves that awaits us when we knock our inland’s doors. I assure you in the recess of your inner scape you are never alone. There is the observer who witnesses all that is happening to you and it knows. You are loved and understood beyond words - by that space, in that space.
Thank you for taking this lonely road beside me. I am deeply honoured by your presence and our connection.
I felt both the sense of roaming free and spiralling deep reading this. Love the voice and strong sense of place, how it gets at something so deeply internal.
That’s the exact space of deep knowing and experience I wrote this from. It makes me happy to know that you sensed it in my words. Thank you for finding this. 💜
“Each one of us is home to such suspicious polarities. Joy and sorrow are always dancing together in our inner worlds.” Beautiful, my friend. And true.
Thank you Holly. I read about Ruby. I hope you are moving on. ❤️
That was, as always so beautifully written, a warm and poetic trip into a cold and isolating place, loneliness I mean, not Shillong :) Sorry about you cat, life eh, so chummy with death, what to do? Thanks for the words Swarnali
Thank you Jonathan. I guess a major part of living is just effortless agreement with sorrow and accepting it as we accept our morning tea/coffee. Thank you for always reading my words ❤️
That’s the goal, although the effortless part is the problem ;)
Yes, I guess we need to practice till the effort becomes obsolete
That was as always so beautifully written, a poetic warm trip into a cold and isolating place, loneliness, not
Thank you, Swarna, for taking us with you to Shillong. You are not alone!
So sweet. Thank you John for coming along ❤️