What a powerful, poignant and pertinent reflection on the cords that bind us - the physical ones that cement us to each other till they are no longer viable or required, the ones that connect us to truths known but that we need reminding of, and the more ethereal ones that are made of love, kindness and care. I so loved reading this piece, thank you for sharing. There is much to ponder on, be sad about and enjoy in this wise writing. Thank you Leah.
Dear Leah. Gripping and emotion rendering. I felt kinship while reading. I recently had a very close brush with death. It left me with a deeper understanding of the transience you articulate so well. I have emerged on the other side, a better, deeper person. You’re writing hits me in the gut. I read, listen and hear. Thanks for sharing. It seems we might share a piece of the other side. Which I still cannot name. Blessings to you...
Thank you my darling Leah for crafting this writing for us to share and to ponder
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You write beautifully. I love the recurring metaphor of the phone and its cord.
I the recurring theme of Shay’s delicate tropical flowers - to be appreciated in the moment - and which evoke powerful and poignant feelings.
When you were born - I was so relieved & overjoyed - that I failed to notice the umbilical cord connecting us. What a transient yet essential task this cord fulfils - deserving of its own canon (the literature not the gun).
What a powerful, poignant and pertinent reflection on the cords that bind us - the physical ones that cement us to each other till they are no longer viable or required, the ones that connect us to truths known but that we need reminding of, and the more ethereal ones that are made of love, kindness and care. I so loved reading this piece, thank you for sharing. There is much to ponder on, be sad about and enjoy in this wise writing. Thank you Leah.
Thanks for sharing your squishy perfect grief with us, Leah. You write beautifully, and always there is a pearl.
Dear Leah. Gripping and emotion rendering. I felt kinship while reading. I recently had a very close brush with death. It left me with a deeper understanding of the transience you articulate so well. I have emerged on the other side, a better, deeper person. You’re writing hits me in the gut. I read, listen and hear. Thanks for sharing. It seems we might share a piece of the other side. Which I still cannot name. Blessings to you...
Thank you my darling Leah for crafting this writing for us to share and to ponder
✍️🤰🏼👶🏼🤱🏼🫶
You write beautifully. I love the recurring metaphor of the phone and its cord.
I the recurring theme of Shay’s delicate tropical flowers - to be appreciated in the moment - and which evoke powerful and poignant feelings.
When you were born - I was so relieved & overjoyed - that I failed to notice the umbilical cord connecting us. What a transient yet essential task this cord fulfils - deserving of its own canon (the literature not the gun).