the flaking bark of the Eucalyptus is absolutely stunning. i enjoyed this thoughtful essay, perhaps especially the gentleness you've granted to the process of these deaths. there's a beautiful line in C.S. Lewis' Cupid and Psyche retelling, Til We Have Faces, "you must die before you die." the first time i read it, it felt quite abrupt. on a second reflection, it reminded me of the untangling you've described here. little deaths are difficult chances to bear and to bare our faces. perhaps that is, as you've written, a most eloquent kind of tenderness. <3
Thank you so much for your kind words ❤️ and for sharing that quote from Til We Have Faces—it's such a poignant line.
I believe each of those “little deaths” invites us to explore new uncharted areas of our beings, wading through the darkness to bring about light. They are, of course, never easy, and go against our instincts, but they do have a way of revealing who we really are, as you write.
I'm glad the gentleness I tried to convey spoke to you—it’s in those tender, vulnerable places that we often find the most profound growth.
the flaking bark of the Eucalyptus is absolutely stunning. i enjoyed this thoughtful essay, perhaps especially the gentleness you've granted to the process of these deaths. there's a beautiful line in C.S. Lewis' Cupid and Psyche retelling, Til We Have Faces, "you must die before you die." the first time i read it, it felt quite abrupt. on a second reflection, it reminded me of the untangling you've described here. little deaths are difficult chances to bear and to bare our faces. perhaps that is, as you've written, a most eloquent kind of tenderness. <3
Thank you so much for your kind words ❤️ and for sharing that quote from Til We Have Faces—it's such a poignant line.
I believe each of those “little deaths” invites us to explore new uncharted areas of our beings, wading through the darkness to bring about light. They are, of course, never easy, and go against our instincts, but they do have a way of revealing who we really are, as you write.
I'm glad the gentleness I tried to convey spoke to you—it’s in those tender, vulnerable places that we often find the most profound growth.
So beautiful!
I'm glad you enjoyed it, Eden! Thank you for reading ❤️
Thank you for this letter Justyna. It fits so well in my current situation.
I adore your detail wording here:
(…) and sweetly, the riverbeds carved out by the tears across the landscapes of our soft cheeks.
Thank you so much for your inspiration.
I'm happy to hear you found it relatable :) Thank you for being here!
dear justyna,
another beautiful piece!
i love this beginning: "How are you this week? Have you survived your own death?"
and this is poignant and delightful: "Patience is the most efficient time machine, I have found."
thank you for sharing!
much love
myq
Dear Myq,
Thank you so much for reading! I'm glad you found something that resonates with you here :)
With love,
Justyna