This is achingly beautiful. Must have been very painful and difficult to write but also in a liberating way something carved open... I sense it in reading and feeling this Lia... 🌬🦋
It was excruciating to write Simona, but also extremely liberating...it was as if I had finally given myself permission to breathe after many years of holding everything in. I am so happy the message of this poem as well as the feeling between the lines found its way to your heart! Thank you for your kind,heartfelt words and for witnessing the exhale.❤✨
Anna, this wrecked me open in the most painful way while writing it.But It was her wish that her story be told. Not just for herself. For me to feel free from the burden of her pain. No doubt also for all the other mothers and daughters experiencing the same. And I am honoured to have been able to do just that. Thank you Anna for seeing it all.Your words warm my heart. Make me feel held. Sending much love and light! ✨❤️
What beautiful though painful words! Your writing did not give me stillness but your strength wants to thank you, not only for the story but also for your writing from your heart!
Michelle this poem,this story did not come from stillness but from all the turmoil and grief my mother's unlived life brings to me. Thank you so very much for your kind words, they mean so very much to me, truly.Sending much love and light!✨❤️🙏🏻
Allegra thank you for your kind words! It was definitely not easy, I was quite tearful when writing it. I'm happy it spoke to you.. Sending much love!❤️✨🤗
Oh darling Lia… every word of this moved my being. I too knew a mother such as this, if one can know her. The nuances of her ways and torture slightly different but the haunting elements and the wonderings and the unfoldings of revelation all the same. This perhaps a little of why our hearts are so entwined … seeking to be the mothers we missed.
Wrapping you in love and feeling a sense of pride and peace in your ability to let this spill forth, for you and for me and undoubtedly others. I’ve learned in my travels that this story is not as uncommon as we may have once imagined.
You’re a true blessing Lia and if she had been able to see beyond herself your mother would have shouted that from the rooftops. Xoxoxo jenni 🌸💜
Jenni, I reread your words so many times, to the point of tears....thank you for this cuddle of love, it means so much to me.I've had the urge to write this since August 15th, the day of the Dormition of Mary. I kept hearing the word Mother in my head, over an over again. I had an unfinished piece about my mother. Isn't it eerie? I'm not even religious.
My mother suffered from severe depression, she never got to raise me or my brother. She was institutionalised for life. Seems you had a similar experience, and yes I agree that our hearts recognised each other, we do try to become the mothers we missed... thank you for your sweet closing words, Jenni, they mean much more than I can express through the tears right now.Sending you a shower of love, light and stardust💜🌸✨
I am so deeply grateful for us, Lia. Thank you for your message, for your openness. And yes, my mother deeply struggled, although at home with us and there were ebbs and flows. But when it came to it my father decided he would rather endure than have her institutionalized… there were other challenges with that decision. Now as a grown woman my heart aches for our mamas. They left this world with their song still in them. I hope our singing you and I helps fulfill them a little. We do need to set up a video connect in Sept just to talk and sip tea and share. Off for my week with the family but so grateful I saw your message before I left. Hugs to you sweetheart 💜✨and let’s connect as soon as I’ve got these boys launched🥹. Xoxo
There must have been quite many challenges to your father's decision Jenni, I can't imagine what you went through...now that I've grown and raised my daughter I see too, that they indeed left with their songs unsung. I'm all for a video connect in September whenever you can. Lots of hugs and much love to you Jenni! Enjoy your time with your family! 😄❤️🤗✨
Feel very tearful after reading this. It must have been difficult to write. But, so beautifully written. With the care that is known in your writing. 🌺
It was excruciating to write...but so very liberating, too.Brenda I feel grateful for your warm, kind words! It's truly a blessing to be witnessed in such a tender way, it made me feel held somehow. Thank you for this gift Brenda! ❤🤗
This is achingly beautiful. Must have been very painful and difficult to write but also in a liberating way something carved open... I sense it in reading and feeling this Lia... 🌬🦋
It was excruciating to write Simona, but also extremely liberating...it was as if I had finally given myself permission to breathe after many years of holding everything in. I am so happy the message of this poem as well as the feeling between the lines found its way to your heart! Thank you for your kind,heartfelt words and for witnessing the exhale.❤✨
I exhaled with you... thank you for writing this and sharing this vulnerable piece ❤️
This wrecked me in the most reverent way Lia.
Your words don’t just remember her — they release her, giving voice to what was never said and space to what was never held.
“Born from someone who never fully arrived” is a line I’ll carry with me.
This is haunting, honest, and heartbreakingly beautiful.
Thank you for telling the story so many daughters hold in silence. 🤍
Anna, this wrecked me open in the most painful way while writing it.But It was her wish that her story be told. Not just for herself. For me to feel free from the burden of her pain. No doubt also for all the other mothers and daughters experiencing the same. And I am honoured to have been able to do just that. Thank you Anna for seeing it all.Your words warm my heart. Make me feel held. Sending much love and light! ✨❤️
What beautiful though painful words! Your writing did not give me stillness but your strength wants to thank you, not only for the story but also for your writing from your heart!
Michelle this poem,this story did not come from stillness but from all the turmoil and grief my mother's unlived life brings to me. Thank you so very much for your kind words, they mean so very much to me, truly.Sending much love and light!✨❤️🙏🏻
So beautifully written, so moving and so courageously and vulnerably articulated ❤️ thank you for sharing
Allegra thank you for your kind words! It was definitely not easy, I was quite tearful when writing it. I'm happy it spoke to you.. Sending much love!❤️✨🤗
Oh darling Lia… every word of this moved my being. I too knew a mother such as this, if one can know her. The nuances of her ways and torture slightly different but the haunting elements and the wonderings and the unfoldings of revelation all the same. This perhaps a little of why our hearts are so entwined … seeking to be the mothers we missed.
Wrapping you in love and feeling a sense of pride and peace in your ability to let this spill forth, for you and for me and undoubtedly others. I’ve learned in my travels that this story is not as uncommon as we may have once imagined.
You’re a true blessing Lia and if she had been able to see beyond herself your mother would have shouted that from the rooftops. Xoxoxo jenni 🌸💜
Jenni, I reread your words so many times, to the point of tears....thank you for this cuddle of love, it means so much to me.I've had the urge to write this since August 15th, the day of the Dormition of Mary. I kept hearing the word Mother in my head, over an over again. I had an unfinished piece about my mother. Isn't it eerie? I'm not even religious.
My mother suffered from severe depression, she never got to raise me or my brother. She was institutionalised for life. Seems you had a similar experience, and yes I agree that our hearts recognised each other, we do try to become the mothers we missed... thank you for your sweet closing words, Jenni, they mean much more than I can express through the tears right now.Sending you a shower of love, light and stardust💜🌸✨
I am so deeply grateful for us, Lia. Thank you for your message, for your openness. And yes, my mother deeply struggled, although at home with us and there were ebbs and flows. But when it came to it my father decided he would rather endure than have her institutionalized… there were other challenges with that decision. Now as a grown woman my heart aches for our mamas. They left this world with their song still in them. I hope our singing you and I helps fulfill them a little. We do need to set up a video connect in Sept just to talk and sip tea and share. Off for my week with the family but so grateful I saw your message before I left. Hugs to you sweetheart 💜✨and let’s connect as soon as I’ve got these boys launched🥹. Xoxo
There must have been quite many challenges to your father's decision Jenni, I can't imagine what you went through...now that I've grown and raised my daughter I see too, that they indeed left with their songs unsung. I'm all for a video connect in September whenever you can. Lots of hugs and much love to you Jenni! Enjoy your time with your family! 😄❤️🤗✨
Feel very tearful after reading this. It must have been difficult to write. But, so beautifully written. With the care that is known in your writing. 🌺
It was excruciating to write...but so very liberating, too.Brenda I feel grateful for your warm, kind words! It's truly a blessing to be witnessed in such a tender way, it made me feel held somehow. Thank you for this gift Brenda! ❤🤗