a state of suspension, a breaking open, a breaking out.
“The air around me hums, hinting at change. I can feel the desperation grow inside me, the nearly ravenous search for green shoots…”
Gorgeous words, Jess, ones I can wholly resonate with. And thanks for quoting my piece. I see I’m in good company!
I felt the same! ❤️
Love the poetry of this. And the photos - especially the one of your kids searching around for stuff on the beach. 🌿
Thanks for sharing the love letter! And for teaching me the word diapause!
“The air around me hums, hinting at change. I can feel the desperation grow inside me, the nearly ravenous search for green shoots…”
Gorgeous words, Jess, ones I can wholly resonate with. And thanks for quoting my piece. I see I’m in good company!
I felt the same! ❤️
Love the poetry of this. And the photos - especially the one of your kids searching around for stuff on the beach. 🌿
Thanks for sharing the love letter! And for teaching me the word diapause!