In everyone's life, there is great need for an anam cara, a soul friend. In this love, you are understood as you are without mask or pretension. The superficial and functional lies and half-truths of social acquaintance fall away, you can be as you really are. Love allows understanding to dawn, and understanding is precious. Where you are understood, you are at home. When you really feel understood, you feel free to release yourself into the trust and shelter of the other person's soul.
Consequently, love is anything but sentimental. In fact, it is the most real and creative form of human presence. Love is the threshold where divine and human presence ebb and flow into each other.
Perhaps trees are the perfect example of acceptance and inclusiveness, the way they grow around and about, bending to the light and to allow others to reach the same light, giving their leaves to the soil when they don't need them any more, sheltering and providing. Lovely poem.
I really like this one, I fucking love trees, and your photos are beautiful! Accidentally cut off 2 lines there on the re-stack. Aargh. thank you for this!
In everyone's life, there is great need for an anam cara, a soul friend. In this love, you are understood as you are without mask or pretension. The superficial and functional lies and half-truths of social acquaintance fall away, you can be as you really are. Love allows understanding to dawn, and understanding is precious. Where you are understood, you are at home. When you really feel understood, you feel free to release yourself into the trust and shelter of the other person's soul.
Consequently, love is anything but sentimental. In fact, it is the most real and creative form of human presence. Love is the threshold where divine and human presence ebb and flow into each other.
JOHN O'DONOHUE
Excerpt from his book, Anam Cara,
Perhaps trees are the perfect example of acceptance and inclusiveness, the way they grow around and about, bending to the light and to allow others to reach the same light, giving their leaves to the soil when they don't need them any more, sheltering and providing. Lovely poem.
Inclusiveness, bending, reaching, giving.... yes ❤️ Giving their leaves to the soil. Your reflection is a poem, Jane!
xx
I really like this one, I fucking love trees, and your photos are beautiful! Accidentally cut off 2 lines there on the re-stack. Aargh. thank you for this!
This is very nice. Your poetry combined with pictures of trees reminds me of a piece I did called “Trees for Thought: 12 Authors Who Love Trees…”
https://open.substack.com/pub/donboivin/p/trees-for-thought?r=2ywgky&utm_medium=ios&utm_campaign=post
Lovely piece of writing. I like the adventure of using words slightly out of place or unusually to express something you haven’t encountered before.
Beautiful--and those trees. I love how you captured them. 💜🌳
Love love trees.
"holding harmony with the heavens
feels strange
uncomfortable
beyond anything I've scaled"
So good!