O Swarna I am in tears at how beautiful and poignant and just so moving this is. I am with you in your lament, in your fierce love, for knowing something of your family and your father--happy birthday baby jesus! 😂--just so so grateful to read this gorgeous, heart-felt essay. Is it a connection that I dreamt of golden sunsets last night that were so vivid and woke to read your essay this morning? Perhaps not, but it is something I wanted to share with you--that hope for golden sunsets for everyone and everything we love. Sending you so much love.💜
Swarnali, I have few words after reading this. Our mortality is what makes this life so beautiful yet also what makes it so painful. Both at the same time. That's what you capture here- the awful and tender. Thank you for being you and for sharing yourself with us.
Thank you for sharing this, Swarnali. I don't have any words to express everything this evoked, but I'm sending you a warm hug and lots of love. Your words always make me feel a little less alone.
Birds, yes. I, too, am temporarily in the south of the country, in Tucson, Arizona, where I am playing the father and my daughters will be visiting us. We were greeted by a bird new to me. According to the Merlin app which listens to bird song, it's a Gila Woodpecker.
I see you, Swarna, taking inventory of memories of your father. Stories, photographs, and tastes. I see your love for him, and your pain. 🙏
Yes I too was deeply touched by your ‘lament’ - heartfelt and evocative. Here in Scotland a lament is a soulful tune often played on the bagpipes. The piper is high up on a hill and the refrains echo across the valley. I love when cultures meld as we call for peacefulness . Thank you dear friend for such beauty writing.
O Swarna I am in tears at how beautiful and poignant and just so moving this is. I am with you in your lament, in your fierce love, for knowing something of your family and your father--happy birthday baby jesus! 😂--just so so grateful to read this gorgeous, heart-felt essay. Is it a connection that I dreamt of golden sunsets last night that were so vivid and woke to read your essay this morning? Perhaps not, but it is something I wanted to share with you--that hope for golden sunsets for everyone and everything we love. Sending you so much love.💜
Swarnali, I have few words after reading this. Our mortality is what makes this life so beautiful yet also what makes it so painful. Both at the same time. That's what you capture here- the awful and tender. Thank you for being you and for sharing yourself with us.
Oh Swarna. I have no words. The beauty and heartbreak crack me wide open.
Thank you for sharing this, Swarnali. I don't have any words to express everything this evoked, but I'm sending you a warm hug and lots of love. Your words always make me feel a little less alone.
Birds, yes. I, too, am temporarily in the south of the country, in Tucson, Arizona, where I am playing the father and my daughters will be visiting us. We were greeted by a bird new to me. According to the Merlin app which listens to bird song, it's a Gila Woodpecker.
I see you, Swarna, taking inventory of memories of your father. Stories, photographs, and tastes. I see your love for him, and your pain. 🙏
Beautiful 🙏
Yes I too was deeply touched by your ‘lament’ - heartfelt and evocative. Here in Scotland a lament is a soulful tune often played on the bagpipes. The piper is high up on a hill and the refrains echo across the valley. I love when cultures meld as we call for peacefulness . Thank you dear friend for such beauty writing.
Reading with tears in my eyes. 💔🤍
So beautiful! Thank you for sharing this!
Very poignant and touching.