It is strangely comforting to read of how you and Smudger speak so honestly and tenderly of death. And love. There is a gift in keeping a sense of our own mortality close. At 39, I am aware of it, but don't manage to do it very much. Only when stopped in my tracks by loss or love. Then I remember. Thank you for this moment of remembering x
I hesitated before sharing this post, even though it’s already ‘out there’ in my book. It feels so personal, and it was a very real moment. As you say, Aoibhin, there is a gift in keeping our mortality close, not in a morbid way, but as an incentive to stay present in our lives, to truly live every moment. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Even if it sad to think about death especially at that time, your story is filled with love, that it gives so much comfort, your story feels like a shelter to rest in love for a moment ❤️ thank you for sharing it Josie 🙏🏻✨❤️
It is strangely comforting to read of how you and Smudger speak so honestly and tenderly of death. And love. There is a gift in keeping a sense of our own mortality close. At 39, I am aware of it, but don't manage to do it very much. Only when stopped in my tracks by loss or love. Then I remember. Thank you for this moment of remembering x
I hesitated before sharing this post, even though it’s already ‘out there’ in my book. It feels so personal, and it was a very real moment. As you say, Aoibhin, there is a gift in keeping our mortality close, not in a morbid way, but as an incentive to stay present in our lives, to truly live every moment. Thanks for reading and commenting.
So poignant and beautiful to read. Thank you for sharing these words of wisdom Josie♥️🙏🕊️
Even if it sad to think about death especially at that time, your story is filled with love, that it gives so much comfort, your story feels like a shelter to rest in love for a moment ❤️ thank you for sharing it Josie 🙏🏻✨❤️