Dream-time is what old stories speak of when "the animals could speak to the people." I think in many ways they still do, but there have to be a lot of silence and patience, inside and out, to hear.
This piece was a really good reminder of the fact some experiences can take many years, or even a lifetime, to understand and reckon with. Thanks for publishing it, I really enjoyed all the dimensions it covered, the aspects of myth, dreams, and so on that are so often passed over in our hyper-materialistic and overly rationalized society. Yet it also doesn't wallow in grief or sadness with no way out. A story with life about death—a breath of fresh air.
Just Wow. Inspiring, honest, I’m transported to these landscapes through your words. My dad also comes to see me in dreams, it was special to read about yours. Bravo <3
I don’t remember who said it, but I think it succinctly captures the contest between our culture about killing and our vestigial instincts: “I stood for a moment in the oldest stillness on earth.”
Superlative writing, Nicole. You hit the mark on so many issues. Your comment about magic, and the experience of land-rooted lives, feels especially relevant to me here in Scotland. Thank you for sharing this 🙏
Dream-time is what old stories speak of when "the animals could speak to the people." I think in many ways they still do, but there have to be a lot of silence and patience, inside and out, to hear.
This piece was a really good reminder of the fact some experiences can take many years, or even a lifetime, to understand and reckon with. Thanks for publishing it, I really enjoyed all the dimensions it covered, the aspects of myth, dreams, and so on that are so often passed over in our hyper-materialistic and overly rationalized society. Yet it also doesn't wallow in grief or sadness with no way out. A story with life about death—a breath of fresh air.
Just Wow. Inspiring, honest, I’m transported to these landscapes through your words. My dad also comes to see me in dreams, it was special to read about yours. Bravo <3
I don’t remember who said it, but I think it succinctly captures the contest between our culture about killing and our vestigial instincts: “I stood for a moment in the oldest stillness on earth.”
Wow! Love that frame. The oldest stillness. Small truths <3
Superlative writing, Nicole. You hit the mark on so many issues. Your comment about magic, and the experience of land-rooted lives, feels especially relevant to me here in Scotland. Thank you for sharing this 🙏
Extra good writing . . . thank you so much. This story covers a lot of ground.
Thank YOU for taking the time to read it. Seriously. I so appreciate your note <3
Everyone grieves in there own way, your way is interesting. One can envy your thought process and the flow of your words, good job
Thank you so much Walter!