Since Jennae stole my words about how your haikus made me feel, I can't stop wondering where such a vast fountain of wisdom and beauty could possibly have come from... where is it springing from, so gracefully? Oh, I see... from your awesomely precious, big, open, sweet, powerful, magic, heavenly, divine heart. You, cutting a lemon with a sharp knife... the lemon’s tears melting into nectar... goddesses' nectar. You are that...🙏... divine
Wow, I’m honestly speechless💛 thank you so much for these beautiful words. The way you described the transformation from lemon’s tears to goddesses’ nectar is just incredible. I feel so seen and understood by you Forrest and I am so grateful! and your description makes me think about the process of writing in a whole new way. It feels magical to know that what I wrote resulted into this beautiful poetic reflection✨ You’re such a treasure, and your words are like nectar to my soul! Thank you, truly 🙏.
The potency of each haiku feels like the intense taste of a single drop of lemon juice. I love how they evolve, weaving and dancing together. This metamorphosis of something cold, sour and painful into something sweet, expansive and joyful. It feels like swimming through all the shades of yellow, and redefining how each is experienced. So superb my beautiful friend 🍋
ahhh I love this so much! You sweetened it all despite the pain of the knife -- when life gives you lemons... this piece reminds me of the numerous haikus I wrote last year when grieving Ruby's (my dog's) passing. I wrote a haiku a day and it helped really process a lot. Also lemonade skies is such a beautiful vision 🌼💛☁️
Dear Joscelyne, as always I’m so touched by your words. I love how you connected it to your haikus for Ruby 🥹 I can imagine how healing that daily practice must have been for you. I love how writing helps us alchemize pain. Thank you for reading and for sharing this with me! 🍋💛
Dear Nadia, your words take my breath away again with the power and the depth of the stories that are captured in so few words - I am in awe of the worlds you weave in and between each of these lines, and the journey we go on with the lemon from being cut from the tree, to being cut open, to the pain its juice cuts into our wounds, so that we can open to taste the sweetness of the lemonade in the end and let it colour our worlds in a different way. This made me feel so, so much <3 <3
My dear Suyin, your words mean the world to me, thank you for seeing and feeling so deeply into the heart of this piece. It’s such a gift to hear how the journey of the lemon resonated with you, and how you connected with its bittersweet transformation. I’m truly humbled by your reflection and so grateful that the story spoke to you in such a profound way. Your response is a reminder of why I write, thank you for sharing this with me and for being here💛🍋
Since Jennae stole my words about how your haikus made me feel, I can't stop wondering where such a vast fountain of wisdom and beauty could possibly have come from... where is it springing from, so gracefully? Oh, I see... from your awesomely precious, big, open, sweet, powerful, magic, heavenly, divine heart. You, cutting a lemon with a sharp knife... the lemon’s tears melting into nectar... goddesses' nectar. You are that...🙏... divine
Wow, I’m honestly speechless💛 thank you so much for these beautiful words. The way you described the transformation from lemon’s tears to goddesses’ nectar is just incredible. I feel so seen and understood by you Forrest and I am so grateful! and your description makes me think about the process of writing in a whole new way. It feels magical to know that what I wrote resulted into this beautiful poetic reflection✨ You’re such a treasure, and your words are like nectar to my soul! Thank you, truly 🙏.
The potency of each haiku feels like the intense taste of a single drop of lemon juice. I love how they evolve, weaving and dancing together. This metamorphosis of something cold, sour and painful into something sweet, expansive and joyful. It feels like swimming through all the shades of yellow, and redefining how each is experienced. So superb my beautiful friend 🍋
Thank you so much my dear friend!🍋 I love the way you described it, every time your reflections on my words make me so happy
And the idea of swimming through shades of yellow? I’m obsessed with that image! You get it so deeply. Your words mean so much to me💛
ahhh I love this so much! You sweetened it all despite the pain of the knife -- when life gives you lemons... this piece reminds me of the numerous haikus I wrote last year when grieving Ruby's (my dog's) passing. I wrote a haiku a day and it helped really process a lot. Also lemonade skies is such a beautiful vision 🌼💛☁️
Dear Joscelyne, as always I’m so touched by your words. I love how you connected it to your haikus for Ruby 🥹 I can imagine how healing that daily practice must have been for you. I love how writing helps us alchemize pain. Thank you for reading and for sharing this with me! 🍋💛
So beautiful! 🤩 ✨💛
Thank you so so much for reading 💛💛
It was such a pleasure! 🫶
Dear Nadia, your words take my breath away again with the power and the depth of the stories that are captured in so few words - I am in awe of the worlds you weave in and between each of these lines, and the journey we go on with the lemon from being cut from the tree, to being cut open, to the pain its juice cuts into our wounds, so that we can open to taste the sweetness of the lemonade in the end and let it colour our worlds in a different way. This made me feel so, so much <3 <3
My dear Suyin, your words mean the world to me, thank you for seeing and feeling so deeply into the heart of this piece. It’s such a gift to hear how the journey of the lemon resonated with you, and how you connected with its bittersweet transformation. I’m truly humbled by your reflection and so grateful that the story spoke to you in such a profound way. Your response is a reminder of why I write, thank you for sharing this with me and for being here💛🍋
This is beautiful <3
Thank you Oorja🫶
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