I am reading an advance copy of Freyja by Margret Ann Thors on Netgalley and your post with the photo and poem from Iceland was timed perfectly. It/they felt like an epigraph that should have always have been part of the book. I love these serendipitous moments.
Is that defiance, or the same life energy, just in a different shape?
:)
I like that! Thank you. : )
Clean as the air and wind, firm as the basalt rock, the heart trembles here.
Thank you, Henry! : )
This poem draws me in from the first line, and sustains right until the end. It's beautiful, Sam.
Thank you, Caroline! This one is an oldie that had gone through a revitalization.
Exquisite, Sam!!
Thank you, Debora! : )
I am reading an advance copy of Freyja by Margret Ann Thors on Netgalley and your post with the photo and poem from Iceland was timed perfectly. It/they felt like an epigraph that should have always have been part of the book. I love these serendipitous moments.
Thank you, Laura! I'll need to check out the book. And I need to return to Iceland.
Another poem that could only have been written by you, so much there between the words
loved it x
thank you, Jenna! 😊
Love this. It goes with the theme I’m writing about for this Friday’s post. Healing after a harsh year.
Thank you, Susan. And a great topic to write about. I look forward to reading it.
So lovely, so hopeful, such inspiration! Thank you!
Thank you, Nora! : )
“Even in the deepest shadow,
something endures—
a root, a green pulse,
a quiet defiance against the burn.”
Sam you close so well! Your words endure as a burn. An image. An ache.
Thank you! 🙏💫❤️
Thank you, Jamie! : )
Stunning! Beautiful beautiful thank you.
Beautiful reflection here. 🥰