That last line brought out a croak from my throat and my eyes welled up. Such a marvellous story poem, nan! Thank you. I have a similar closeness with Lake Huron. Can a lake love you back? I think so. I feel it.
Hi Darcie, thank you for sharing here. I'm happy to learn about your friendship with Lake Huron. It's heartening. I meditate with a group M-F mornings on behalf of imperiled waters: we name Lake Huron daily in our dedication. I believe that these lakes love us generously. They are extraordinarily capacious.
This brought me to tears, your openness to listen, to feel, to serve. And the gentle, insistent mentorship of the lake when you say (and oh how I know this feeling) “I don’t know how to do that.” Thank you for these gorgeous words, Nan. I was very affected by the parallels between your illness and the lake’s. As though your suffering softened you to that of others. 💚❤️🩹
Achingly beautiful Nan. I love the final stanza, we have it within us to learn new things, to try to do things differently, to try to help save the things we love.
This is a touching and beautiful piece, Nan, from Dear Reader to the last line of the poem. Hearing your voice and wisdom and the lake’s side by side is very moving. ❤️
thank you, Nan. thank you for letting us hear the voice of the lake, feel the impact of the ongoing desecration and poisoning, and feel as though we are part of something bigger. thank you. i'd love to know when the meditations are happening so i can take part and share.
Echoes, shadows, ripples, Oh, my word, Nan. Oh, your words. And the words of Great Salt Lake.
I am so relieved that you are back.
I shower the notes of your song with hearts.
Call on us, Nan. It's only right. We are with you.❤️
That last line brought out a croak from my throat and my eyes welled up. Such a marvellous story poem, nan! Thank you. I have a similar closeness with Lake Huron. Can a lake love you back? I think so. I feel it.
Hi Darcie, thank you for sharing here. I'm happy to learn about your friendship with Lake Huron. It's heartening. I meditate with a group M-F mornings on behalf of imperiled waters: we name Lake Huron daily in our dedication. I believe that these lakes love us generously. They are extraordinarily capacious.
I didn't know of this lakes struggles, and now you have gifted me with imagery I can't forget.
This brought me to tears, your openness to listen, to feel, to serve. And the gentle, insistent mentorship of the lake when you say (and oh how I know this feeling) “I don’t know how to do that.” Thank you for these gorgeous words, Nan. I was very affected by the parallels between your illness and the lake’s. As though your suffering softened you to that of others. 💚❤️🩹
Achingly beautiful Nan. I love the final stanza, we have it within us to learn new things, to try to do things differently, to try to help save the things we love.
This is a touching and beautiful piece, Nan, from Dear Reader to the last line of the poem. Hearing your voice and wisdom and the lake’s side by side is very moving. ❤️
Thank you Sam. I'm delighted by your own lake poem, soon to be published!
thank you, Nan. thank you for letting us hear the voice of the lake, feel the impact of the ongoing desecration and poisoning, and feel as though we are part of something bigger. thank you. i'd love to know when the meditations are happening so i can take part and share.