I have to begin. Even if it’s faltering, inadequate, or barely “writing” at all, I have to stop waiting, stalling, staring out the window, and start typing. The trouble is, I don’t feel I know anything much anymore. I know only warm and cold. Almost everything is cold, but some things are warm, and that’s where I focus.
This is most beautiful writing, evocative and atmospheric...and while I Oh No--I was about to say "I don't have a horse across from where I live, in fact I do, and alas have never 'visited' him or her, probably because I'm not much of an extroverted neighbor, and I know the young people who live on the property own but also board one or two. So sorry for your losses. Luminous, fragile words you give to experience...'cold-drip langugage of loss...a way to justify the way everything has to be so sad--why all creatures have to live without any of our basic needs being met...' I will play Zinger's video. I too have this loss and grief stricken bewilderment you describe. I live in southern Massachusetts, on a small property, with two cats (as well.) Peace to you, and solace.
awwww that short recording of Zinger made for a perfect ending. My heart broke listening to you speak with him after reading the story. I hope he's still around and well, and that he had daily visits with people who feel a deep connection to him. Animals heal us in a way we cannot comprehend...no need to really. They just do.
Scrolling through my email I unexpectedly got caught by this resonant story and just wanted to thank you for sharing your humanity.
This is most beautiful writing, evocative and atmospheric...and while I Oh No--I was about to say "I don't have a horse across from where I live, in fact I do, and alas have never 'visited' him or her, probably because I'm not much of an extroverted neighbor, and I know the young people who live on the property own but also board one or two. So sorry for your losses. Luminous, fragile words you give to experience...'cold-drip langugage of loss...a way to justify the way everything has to be so sad--why all creatures have to live without any of our basic needs being met...' I will play Zinger's video. I too have this loss and grief stricken bewilderment you describe. I live in southern Massachusetts, on a small property, with two cats (as well.) Peace to you, and solace.
awwww that short recording of Zinger made for a perfect ending. My heart broke listening to you speak with him after reading the story. I hope he's still around and well, and that he had daily visits with people who feel a deep connection to him. Animals heal us in a way we cannot comprehend...no need to really. They just do.
You have a way of expressing my feelings of desolation too. It probably has something t do with the paths we've traveled, apart and together.