Emma, your writing invites all of me to the communal table. Blessings on you and your evocative grief tending so generously given. May these gifts ripple out blessing our hungry world. With Love and Gratitude, Michelle
So tender and soft your words, Emma. 🤎 As I read this piece, I immediately thought of The Guest House by Rumi, and also an image of a little girl inviting all spirits to have soup, bread and tea together in her little wooden hut in the forest. On reflection, I have found myself growing fond of grief. It is similar to loneliness. Both of them go hand in hand, reminding us of our humanness and our tender, loving heart. Thank you for writing this.
Emma, your writing invites all of me to the communal table. Blessings on you and your evocative grief tending so generously given. May these gifts ripple out blessing our hungry world. With Love and Gratitude, Michelle
🙏 thank you for reading me. Just one little drop can create many ripples. Let it be so x
So tender and soft your words, Emma. 🤎 As I read this piece, I immediately thought of The Guest House by Rumi, and also an image of a little girl inviting all spirits to have soup, bread and tea together in her little wooden hut in the forest. On reflection, I have found myself growing fond of grief. It is similar to loneliness. Both of them go hand in hand, reminding us of our humanness and our tender, loving heart. Thank you for writing this.
So beautifully written.