Feeling sad and angry, reading the news websites (and xitter), I remembered substack and found this - I am so grateful. Finding peace between memory and hope on Sunday morning. Thank you xx
I am so grateful for this comment - thank you. I write in different genres, including polemics when I let some of the anger you describe (which I share) shape the narrative, but these more reflective and lyrical pieces soothe me in writing them, and dig down into a more reflective, gentler part of myself. I think we need both, to fully inhabit this complex, messy, wondrous world in which we find ourselves.
Thank you for this Alison, which I overlooked. The sharing of memories ripples out. Living on the houseboat was my sojourn in paradise. I miss it, but I tell myself that the more we miss something about the past, the more fortunate we are to have had it at all.
Feeling sad and angry, reading the news websites (and xitter), I remembered substack and found this - I am so grateful. Finding peace between memory and hope on Sunday morning. Thank you xx
I am so grateful for this comment - thank you. I write in different genres, including polemics when I let some of the anger you describe (which I share) shape the narrative, but these more reflective and lyrical pieces soothe me in writing them, and dig down into a more reflective, gentler part of myself. I think we need both, to fully inhabit this complex, messy, wondrous world in which we find ourselves.
Oh thank you, Tina. I had forgotten Blue Grass, also worn by my mother when I was a child in Leeds. Memories come flooding back…
And how privileged you were to be so intimate with that nesting goose.
Looking forward to the next instalment.
Thank you for this Alison, which I overlooked. The sharing of memories ripples out. Living on the houseboat was my sojourn in paradise. I miss it, but I tell myself that the more we miss something about the past, the more fortunate we are to have had it at all.