You seem to balance the beauty and the tragedy of life in near harmony with your writing. Your words always touch my heart, Margaux and help me understand myself further.
Same, Sarah. Margaux has opened doors for me (unintentionally) nudging me to dig deeper within myself and to be okay with what I find. She re-taught me to breathe, as well.
Oh, and, Margaux…..you had me at “Something is My Miracle on the Days of Nothing”, with this one!!
Absolutely the beautiful morning read I needed Margaux. The way you feel through the poetry of change and shift, into the nuances of time as a life: garden time as life, art time as life, mother time and the list expands.
"We can never imagine how we will unbecome." I am stopped in my bear tracks.
It's very hard to share certain things,(we have discussed). In the sharing seems another becoming, which is a known from the outside so reading here I am seeing the insides of us all more clearly--thank you for humanizing us each and all. You are ever the most interesting person to become/ unbecome alongside Margaux. So thankful for your voice.
Deb! How thrilling that I could stop you in your bear tracks! There is something about this platform... Before kids I was writing in my journals to my future kids. And one night (a few days after meeting Walter, I was alone in a local bar scribbling in my journal and I stopped writing to that imaginary being. And sure enough, I was pregnant! So I guess I knew the imaginary one had to go away. But I didn't write to the real one again.
Here, on Substack, I have somehow found my way back to that weird other.
Thank you for your thoughtfulness Deb, here, and of course IRL! The becoming and the unbecoming...
Days of nothing, a reset.... time to think, or breathe....organize your pencils again.. or stare straight ahead. If you sit very still and quiet... can you hear the footsteps of beetles clattering over the ground? Their munching of leaves? Things a person wonders. A time travel abode, I would like that.... I think I would. Can you feel the past? Can it feel you?
Dearest Margaux, You have a beautiful memoir waiting to be born. Thank you for sharing glimpses of your story through that poetic lens you keep securely in your heart.
I love writing haikus, and I tend to gravitate towards them when I am having trouble with language, or descriptive language I guess. Like, when life feels overwhelming and morning pages seem elusive and I can’t gather thoughts into sentences because of just how tangled up they are. Haikus feel easy to me, simple.
As a fellow homeschooling mother, I wish the best of luck to your brave and adventurous son. Hopefully he will find what he searches for, and learns great and beautiful lessons along the way.
This sums it up, a time of transition; the light, the temperature, a shifting of of our food, clothing, shelter. A lull, a restlessness without reason nor resolution, contemplation without order or action. This too shall pass.
You seem to balance the beauty and the tragedy of life in near harmony with your writing. Your words always touch my heart, Margaux and help me understand myself further.
Sarah - Thank you for reading and responding! It is so nice to see words in response to the seeming mayhem I put into the foggy out there:)
Same, Sarah. Margaux has opened doors for me (unintentionally) nudging me to dig deeper within myself and to be okay with what I find. She re-taught me to breathe, as well.
Oh, and, Margaux…..you had me at “Something is My Miracle on the Days of Nothing”, with this one!!
Aw, thank you (not so) mystery also local human. How lovely to feel the warmth of you both, so physically close in the endless world of the interwebs!
same! That title and then where it appears in the post, perfect!
Absolutely the beautiful morning read I needed Margaux. The way you feel through the poetry of change and shift, into the nuances of time as a life: garden time as life, art time as life, mother time and the list expands.
"We can never imagine how we will unbecome." I am stopped in my bear tracks.
It's very hard to share certain things,(we have discussed). In the sharing seems another becoming, which is a known from the outside so reading here I am seeing the insides of us all more clearly--thank you for humanizing us each and all. You are ever the most interesting person to become/ unbecome alongside Margaux. So thankful for your voice.
Deb! How thrilling that I could stop you in your bear tracks! There is something about this platform... Before kids I was writing in my journals to my future kids. And one night (a few days after meeting Walter, I was alone in a local bar scribbling in my journal and I stopped writing to that imaginary being. And sure enough, I was pregnant! So I guess I knew the imaginary one had to go away. But I didn't write to the real one again.
Here, on Substack, I have somehow found my way back to that weird other.
Thank you for your thoughtfulness Deb, here, and of course IRL! The becoming and the unbecoming...
Days of nothing, a reset.... time to think, or breathe....organize your pencils again.. or stare straight ahead. If you sit very still and quiet... can you hear the footsteps of beetles clattering over the ground? Their munching of leaves? Things a person wonders. A time travel abode, I would like that.... I think I would. Can you feel the past? Can it feel you?
Dearest Margaux, You have a beautiful memoir waiting to be born. Thank you for sharing glimpses of your story through that poetic lens you keep securely in your heart.
Thank you Linda, you words are uplifting, always. I look forward to meeting you over some book making!
I love writing haikus, and I tend to gravitate towards them when I am having trouble with language, or descriptive language I guess. Like, when life feels overwhelming and morning pages seem elusive and I can’t gather thoughts into sentences because of just how tangled up they are. Haikus feel easy to me, simple.
As a fellow homeschooling mother, I wish the best of luck to your brave and adventurous son. Hopefully he will find what he searches for, and learns great and beautiful lessons along the way.
Ah! I love the ease of a Haiku:)
He is psyched to begin and has already connected with another new kid. Wow - phones are a wonder in this way! HAha. Thank you Spencer!
Haha yes they are!!
This sums it up, a time of transition; the light, the temperature, a shifting of of our food, clothing, shelter. A lull, a restlessness without reason nor resolution, contemplation without order or action. This too shall pass.
I loved this letter with poems and paintings so much.