Thank you dear Trudi. It was a necessary flow after these last few months. I love how the writing process is different for everyone. I know you understand with your beautiful poetry flow. ox
Deborah a beautiful scene of the flow and rhythm and sorrow and grieving,of life.The birds help us to get through with their singing .God knows we are loved.Take care ♥️ x
Thank you so much for this Mary. I know you feel this rhythm of life in your heart. It means a lot to know you read it and got it. So many feelings between the lines. God keep you. oxox
Oh Jon it flowed hard this morning and it felt good. Thank you beyond words. You get it and that means everything. God continue to keep you and your precious family in this new year 😘 ox
Oh goodness, Deb.... these verses then that music and the photo taken by your dad. Somber and reflective both. (I've been to Mt. Angel Abbey--it's an inspiring place).
Dear Jesus, hold our hearts and speak through this NOLA tragedy.....
Oh Jody thank you. I am still crying big tears. It's been long overdue. Only God can build our homes.
Isn't Mt. Angel Abbey the most special place? My dad would drive out there to meditate. Sending you so much love for a peaceful new year. I pray it is filled with good health and blessings. ox
My heart stopped after reading this message. I feel the grief and sadness of a thousand heartbroken voices. But underneath is hope that guides us through these challenging journeys. Thank you Deborah. I hope my virtual hug gives you some comfort today. 🤗✨🙏💜
Oh Charlotte, I literally sobbed my way through this. It's so interesting (often crazy) the process given to me. I didn't have a lot of space to write during the last few months of special company, but when I heard this song, I threw my headset on, disappeared in my pajamas, all disheveled, and just flowed it out. I rarely change a thing in this mode. I sobbed so bad while writing I could barely see. I think my family thinks I'm crazy! lol. But in the end it feels like a great big cleanse. Thank you so much and hugging you back. oxox
Beautiful and moving, Deborah. In the heartbreak, we share more love. The photo from your dad at Mt Angel Abbey is special, as is his memory. When the rains let up, you’ve inspired me to drive over there.
Thank you Heidi. There is always so much love mixed in with the heartache. Oh and you will love Mt. Angel Abbey. The monks have a sweet little brewery too! It’s on the outside of the actual abbey. You’d have to check hours. We have gone every year on his birthday 12/29 (except this one) and walked around talking to dad, then over for a beer and a toast to him. ox
Thank you, Deborah. The Abbey is a beautiful place, even seeing it from the road is special. I’d also like to visit the library. I love that part of the Willamette Valley. Take good care.:)
Beautiful, Deborah! Thank you for introducing us to that song and group. I'm sending it to my husband this morning. He built what he calls our 'fort in the woods'. It's the 7th house he built for us. It's not lost on me that it's likely his last. Your reflection reminded me of that.
Dear Rosemary, wow. 7 homes. Get the tissues. That’s a beautiful thing to have a man in your life that has built you a home, let alone all of them. I pray you are with each other in these days sharing your life stories together. We left the home my husband built for us, and us as a family had our hands helping for over a year. We were forced to run from it and when I heard this music, the way he kept building a garden for me during our terrible (still unknown as to why - probably never will) estrangement it tore through my heart and brought all the daily life things to mind that just happened and these last four years - and periods of our life and the love of my dad who brought us here to America. I love finding beautiful music and writing through it. God keep you both. ox
It was a childhood wish of mine. I was raised in an unfinished home and my parents were hoarders. I always just wanted a home where I could invite people in. We homeschooled so it was easier to move when my kids were young. But we moved every two years for several of them. And we renovated a few. The last home was a 6 bedroom in the city we lived in for 8 years. My daughter doesn't transition well. I believe when we sold it in 2020 that it was part of her demise. Do you write anywhere about your separation?
I’m finally catching up a bit more here! I’m so sorry I am late. We live next-door to a sweet lady who struggles with this. She moved in to take care of her dad, but here sister had to come because of the hoarding. Very sad. That’s a lot of moving for a kid - no wonder you are so resilient. I’m so sorry about your daughter’s struggles. I pray through your love, she will find a way out someday. My Substack at the beginning has a little bit about what happened. Sending you a big hug. ox
A beautiful paen to love. We hold tight the ones we love, we hold their hands, the outward connection to past and future. We hope to see the love again in the future. In another Home.
Thank you Perry. I know you know. The events of life all came flooding at once. In these last few weeks laced in were a precious bird I couldn’t save (I buried her in my garden as I have buried a few opossums too where beauty now blooms), and the baby squirrel, screaming for her mother, as the day in New Orleans unfolded. We pick them all up so the school children won’t see, and bury them too. And yeah, all of the life and love of our missing loved ones who showed us, with nature, what a “home” is. It’s in our heart. It’s in a better place. oxox
This speaks of your dad beside you through all your years of marriage, children, building a home. The beauty of your words…the rhythm and rhyme touch me so. It speaks of sorrow inside you, missing your father, tears for New Orleans. You’ve let it all out, wrapped so well with your loving, hurting heart. Such a brilliant, powerful piece, dearest friend. Much Love from your biggest fan girl! ☺️💕🙏God bless you with peace.
Yes, you nailed it and it all came flooding in the form of music and memories, the last four years, the last few weeks, nature and it’s devastation second by second and humanity so fragile, all at the same time. I am still struggling to keep up on Substack and have your beautiful writing to catchup with very soon. We are winding down mum and brother’s trip here. I will miss them greatly. This was the first time in a few months of visiting that I disappeared, put my headset on, and just wrote and wrote til I was done. I finally decided to follow my process and flow, rather than piece the words that were coming together and hold onto them in the midst of meals, questions, things to do. All good and needed it bad. I am a big fan of you and so grateful God brought us together here. Big hugs and many blessings for our new year here and apart. Love you. ox
Sending you love Deborah. Such sorrow in your words. Yet so much love.❤️
Thank you dear Trudi. It was a necessary flow after these last few months. I love how the writing process is different for everyone. I know you understand with your beautiful poetry flow. ox
It is so different! But when you’re in the flow, it’s a great place to be. 🤗
Deborah a beautiful scene of the flow and rhythm and sorrow and grieving,of life.The birds help us to get through with their singing .God knows we are loved.Take care ♥️ x
Thank you so much for this Mary. I know you feel this rhythm of life in your heart. It means a lot to know you read it and got it. So many feelings between the lines. God keep you. oxox
What a poem! And yeah, I second everything Jody said— the music and picture are moving. Incredible piece!
Oh Jon it flowed hard this morning and it felt good. Thank you beyond words. You get it and that means everything. God continue to keep you and your precious family in this new year 😘 ox
Oh goodness, Deb.... these verses then that music and the photo taken by your dad. Somber and reflective both. (I've been to Mt. Angel Abbey--it's an inspiring place).
Dear Jesus, hold our hearts and speak through this NOLA tragedy.....
Oh Jody thank you. I am still crying big tears. It's been long overdue. Only God can build our homes.
Isn't Mt. Angel Abbey the most special place? My dad would drive out there to meditate. Sending you so much love for a peaceful new year. I pray it is filled with good health and blessings. ox
My heart stopped after reading this message. I feel the grief and sadness of a thousand heartbroken voices. But underneath is hope that guides us through these challenging journeys. Thank you Deborah. I hope my virtual hug gives you some comfort today. 🤗✨🙏💜
Oh Charlotte, I literally sobbed my way through this. It's so interesting (often crazy) the process given to me. I didn't have a lot of space to write during the last few months of special company, but when I heard this song, I threw my headset on, disappeared in my pajamas, all disheveled, and just flowed it out. I rarely change a thing in this mode. I sobbed so bad while writing I could barely see. I think my family thinks I'm crazy! lol. But in the end it feels like a great big cleanse. Thank you so much and hugging you back. oxox
Beautiful and moving, Deborah. In the heartbreak, we share more love. The photo from your dad at Mt Angel Abbey is special, as is his memory. When the rains let up, you’ve inspired me to drive over there.
Thank you Heidi. There is always so much love mixed in with the heartache. Oh and you will love Mt. Angel Abbey. The monks have a sweet little brewery too! It’s on the outside of the actual abbey. You’d have to check hours. We have gone every year on his birthday 12/29 (except this one) and walked around talking to dad, then over for a beer and a toast to him. ox
Thank you, Deborah. The Abbey is a beautiful place, even seeing it from the road is special. I’d also like to visit the library. I love that part of the Willamette Valley. Take good care.:)
I don’t think there’s anything in Oregon I don’t love! We’ll have to connect at some point when I’m visiting my mum! I’ll meet you in Silver Falls! ox
Thank you, Deborah! You must have read my mind as I was just thinking the same place! That’s my favorite park!
It’s about 20 fast minutes from my mom’s! My favorite EVER!! (and the beach!)
Those are the 2 best places! I feel lucky that I grew up here.:)
Beautiful, sorrowful, and heartfelt. That photo your dad took is incredible ❤️. Sending you love and hugs.
Thank you Jenn. I really had a moment. Sending you the same back. ox
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Beautiful, Deborah! Thank you for introducing us to that song and group. I'm sending it to my husband this morning. He built what he calls our 'fort in the woods'. It's the 7th house he built for us. It's not lost on me that it's likely his last. Your reflection reminded me of that.
Dear Rosemary, wow. 7 homes. Get the tissues. That’s a beautiful thing to have a man in your life that has built you a home, let alone all of them. I pray you are with each other in these days sharing your life stories together. We left the home my husband built for us, and us as a family had our hands helping for over a year. We were forced to run from it and when I heard this music, the way he kept building a garden for me during our terrible (still unknown as to why - probably never will) estrangement it tore through my heart and brought all the daily life things to mind that just happened and these last four years - and periods of our life and the love of my dad who brought us here to America. I love finding beautiful music and writing through it. God keep you both. ox
It was a childhood wish of mine. I was raised in an unfinished home and my parents were hoarders. I always just wanted a home where I could invite people in. We homeschooled so it was easier to move when my kids were young. But we moved every two years for several of them. And we renovated a few. The last home was a 6 bedroom in the city we lived in for 8 years. My daughter doesn't transition well. I believe when we sold it in 2020 that it was part of her demise. Do you write anywhere about your separation?
I’m finally catching up a bit more here! I’m so sorry I am late. We live next-door to a sweet lady who struggles with this. She moved in to take care of her dad, but here sister had to come because of the hoarding. Very sad. That’s a lot of moving for a kid - no wonder you are so resilient. I’m so sorry about your daughter’s struggles. I pray through your love, she will find a way out someday. My Substack at the beginning has a little bit about what happened. Sending you a big hug. ox
A beautiful paen to love. We hold tight the ones we love, we hold their hands, the outward connection to past and future. We hope to see the love again in the future. In another Home.
Thank you Perry. I know you know. The events of life all came flooding at once. In these last few weeks laced in were a precious bird I couldn’t save (I buried her in my garden as I have buried a few opossums too where beauty now blooms), and the baby squirrel, screaming for her mother, as the day in New Orleans unfolded. We pick them all up so the school children won’t see, and bury them too. And yeah, all of the life and love of our missing loved ones who showed us, with nature, what a “home” is. It’s in our heart. It’s in a better place. oxox
This speaks of your dad beside you through all your years of marriage, children, building a home. The beauty of your words…the rhythm and rhyme touch me so. It speaks of sorrow inside you, missing your father, tears for New Orleans. You’ve let it all out, wrapped so well with your loving, hurting heart. Such a brilliant, powerful piece, dearest friend. Much Love from your biggest fan girl! ☺️💕🙏God bless you with peace.
Yes, you nailed it and it all came flooding in the form of music and memories, the last four years, the last few weeks, nature and it’s devastation second by second and humanity so fragile, all at the same time. I am still struggling to keep up on Substack and have your beautiful writing to catchup with very soon. We are winding down mum and brother’s trip here. I will miss them greatly. This was the first time in a few months of visiting that I disappeared, put my headset on, and just wrote and wrote til I was done. I finally decided to follow my process and flow, rather than piece the words that were coming together and hold onto them in the midst of meals, questions, things to do. All good and needed it bad. I am a big fan of you and so grateful God brought us together here. Big hugs and many blessings for our new year here and apart. Love you. ox