Oh Phyllis, it's wonderful and fills me with such great visuals; animated-like as in the teapot in the movie "Beauty and the Beast" and brings back one of my favourite memories of when my grown children visit and I'm the first one to bed, lol. I fall asleep in the most beautiful place, listening to their chatter and laughter and think how wonderful it is to have everyone safe and sound under my roof again for that short time. Delicious and beautiful , something you can't buy, thank you. Linda
Having just spent time with my oldest for the first time since last May, this echoes with such depth. My daughter lives 12 hours away, so the in person visits are few and far between... and feeling her presence still in my house after she is back home in hers is priceless. Heal well, dear Phyllis and thank you for turning your heart into this poem. ❤️
That is so beautiful! My sister, who lives in England, is visiting. She was last here two years ago. Your poem speaks of how hearth and heart rejoices when she's here.❤️
I love this poem, Phyllis - you so perfectly capture the tension between the deep longing for connection with your son and the odd disassociation of Covid, where all the objects in the world are charged with meaning but the self is diffuse - and maybe that’s a metaphor for the inner life in general.
I feel your heart in your reading the beautiful words to your loving son. Thank you for this morning meditation in Minnesota where your son has returned to. Blessings on your healing.
What a gift as I imagine your poem. Sorry for your having to lay back to back masked with your son, and oh such grace to be so creatively intimate in love and welcome. I hope your son's homecoming will bring you back to wellness. Your way with words reveals you have come down right as you live breath by breath. Deep gratitude.
Oh Phyllis! That is so touching, loving and real. Your words and poem reveal your deep embrace for your son. I am sorry you have been unwell. Through it all, you remain creative, talented and kind hearted.
Phyllis, what a beautiful poem that reflects a beautiful relationship with your son. The two of you are blessed beyond measure to have each other! Thank you for sharing. Sending healing vibes your way!❤️
What a beautiful poem. Straight from the heart. I love how the house welcomes him and I hope you get well soon. Lovingly, Victoria.
Lovely ❣️
Oh Phyllis, it's wonderful and fills me with such great visuals; animated-like as in the teapot in the movie "Beauty and the Beast" and brings back one of my favourite memories of when my grown children visit and I'm the first one to bed, lol. I fall asleep in the most beautiful place, listening to their chatter and laughter and think how wonderful it is to have everyone safe and sound under my roof again for that short time. Delicious and beautiful , something you can't buy, thank you. Linda
Having just spent time with my oldest for the first time since last May, this echoes with such depth. My daughter lives 12 hours away, so the in person visits are few and far between... and feeling her presence still in my house after she is back home in hers is priceless. Heal well, dear Phyllis and thank you for turning your heart into this poem. ❤️
Oh Phyllis, this is so beautiful 🙏
I echo what Victoria shared in her comment ❤️
This is lovely...I can almost feel "all the doors of the house throw their arms open wide..." I hope you are fully better soon!
That is so beautiful! My sister, who lives in England, is visiting. She was last here two years ago. Your poem speaks of how hearth and heart rejoices when she's here.❤️
I love this poem, Phyllis - you so perfectly capture the tension between the deep longing for connection with your son and the odd disassociation of Covid, where all the objects in the world are charged with meaning but the self is diffuse - and maybe that’s a metaphor for the inner life in general.
Hope you’re feeling better 🙏🏽
I don't think it needs anything else. Glad to hear you have the energy for this and hope you are on your way to recovery. 🤗
Oh those precious times with our darling sons...
This written to celebrate one such time:
For Dylan (son of the waves)
Travel with me
my darling son
to the memory coast
where we rested briefly on the ragged fragile cliff
of your hard won fifteen years…
and remember the day we painted your world.
You must recall, I’m sure,
the waves of blue, rolling seas over sand coloured walls,
an ocean unfurling,
as we,
armed with brushes and brooms,
washed and splashed and laughed out loud
suspended on ladders
high in that salt Freo air.
You then, my young Ulysses, tender of heart,
innocent eyes
unseeing what hardened straits were yet to come…
I feel your heart in your reading the beautiful words to your loving son. Thank you for this morning meditation in Minnesota where your son has returned to. Blessings on your healing.
What a gift as I imagine your poem. Sorry for your having to lay back to back masked with your son, and oh such grace to be so creatively intimate in love and welcome. I hope your son's homecoming will bring you back to wellness. Your way with words reveals you have come down right as you live breath by breath. Deep gratitude.
A wonderful and unexpected perspective. Closeness alongside distancing. Bravo.
This is gorgeous Phyllis.
Wishing you a full recovery. August will be here before we know it. 🤗
Oh Phyllis! That is so touching, loving and real. Your words and poem reveal your deep embrace for your son. I am sorry you have been unwell. Through it all, you remain creative, talented and kind hearted.
Phyllis, what a beautiful poem that reflects a beautiful relationship with your son. The two of you are blessed beyond measure to have each other! Thank you for sharing. Sending healing vibes your way!❤️