Thank you Kate. I think you have an idea of where I might go with this, but it helps to know that you also have woven your stories from dreams and memories, sometimes to hot or painful to handle, and yet your words found their way to us. I appreciate that you can relate to that younger self. Thank you!
Thanks Jill--ah, good that this is relatable. Sometimes when writing personal things, it can be so personal other don't relate. Yes kaleidoscope is a good way to describe it!
Lyrical and beautiful, Linda Joy! I want to join her on the hill, your blonde young self, and tell her of your courage and talent, how you kept growing. And this post proves it in its literary surrealism, calling out to all of us.
Oooh, that luscious liminal space of fever dreams.... when time collapses into a kaleidoscope of snapshot memories and wild imagination! I hope you feel better soon.
The "literary surrealism" and "liminal space of fever dream" that Kate and Jill have named here provide a tag for a faded image that emerged around Thanksgiving time this year: I'm viewing my Aunt Ruthie dishing up a Thanksgiving dinner for Amanda Ebersole saying to me, "If we don't give her dinner, she won't have anything special for Thanksgiving." I know it was a long-ago image because my eyes were just inches above the top of the kitchen sink, looking at the plate she was filling. And learning a life lesson.
On another note: Blogging regularly is a huge commitment. When I began in 2013, I posted twice a week. Then for a long, long time it was once a week, on Wednesdays. Now I'm lucky to post twice a month. Post when you can. Your readers will be here.
Thank you Kate. I think you have an idea of where I might go with this, but it helps to know that you also have woven your stories from dreams and memories, sometimes to hot or painful to handle, and yet your words found their way to us. I appreciate that you can relate to that younger self. Thank you!
Thanks Jill--ah, good that this is relatable. Sometimes when writing personal things, it can be so personal other don't relate. Yes kaleidoscope is a good way to describe it!
Lyrical and beautiful, Linda Joy! I want to join her on the hill, your blonde young self, and tell her of your courage and talent, how you kept growing. And this post proves it in its literary surrealism, calling out to all of us.
Oooh, that luscious liminal space of fever dreams.... when time collapses into a kaleidoscope of snapshot memories and wild imagination! I hope you feel better soon.
Loving this, how it flows, Linda, yes, like a dream.
And the spark I needed after a long, gloomy day, noodling. Thank you.
The "literary surrealism" and "liminal space of fever dream" that Kate and Jill have named here provide a tag for a faded image that emerged around Thanksgiving time this year: I'm viewing my Aunt Ruthie dishing up a Thanksgiving dinner for Amanda Ebersole saying to me, "If we don't give her dinner, she won't have anything special for Thanksgiving." I know it was a long-ago image because my eyes were just inches above the top of the kitchen sink, looking at the plate she was filling. And learning a life lesson.
On another note: Blogging regularly is a huge commitment. When I began in 2013, I posted twice a week. Then for a long, long time it was once a week, on Wednesdays. Now I'm lucky to post twice a month. Post when you can. Your readers will be here.
Ooo goosebumps...do you want to join her? 😍