All the realms of human experience lie here in your words. How far thin and how weighted and deep are the human emotions that consume us? Emotions live inside our bellies, but radiate through every pore of our being. Emotions arise without asking permission to visit. Burning hot emotions of hatred; soft, breathless emotions of love; whirling, churning, sickening waves of fear. We are filled with all these. How is it possible that one body holds emotions so vastly disparate and forever changing? How is it possible that one human absorbs the pain of another human thousands of miles across the globe, without ever meeting that human or knowing his name? There are such humans, though. There are humans who feel far away pain as if it were their own. There are other humans who witness their own neighbor’s suffering and feel nothing.
What am I trying to say? I don’t know. These are littie questions in my head. I read this piece, and I wonder. I ask, why is this so? How is this so? Who are we humans?
Yes, such epic burdens for those of us absorbing such pain, anger, never ending despair. It’s not doable, and writing helps just a bit, and only momentarily 😩🥺 Thank you Sister. 😢for crying with me.
We’re lucky, perhaps, that we have the gift of crying. Tears make painful emotions manifest so they can be released. And tears are such a relief. So necessary. That washing away. It’s so good to cry. Self-soothing. I am always here to cry with you.
My break these days is spending time with a friend’s 2 year-old who is full of life and love- for all who get to be in her inner circle. She has no labels yet like queer, trans, ugly, fat or different. She calls us by our names- Shell, Airy, Mimi, Gigi, Corn-corn and Mama. I remember my soul and my connection to others which I find very hard today. I am also aware of my privilege to be able to take a break from the heartbreak and the grief. Thank you forever, Orly.
Thank-you for writing the poetry that expresses the sadness and shame that we feel while feeling grateful for art and love and houses to hide in when we can’t bear it anymore. It’s confusing for the soul and your writing puts some flesh around the bones of what is so hard to express…..yet. 🙏
“Love and Tradegy” (your words, dear Orly) it brought this thought and feeling to mind when I read your words.
To feel and give love in the midst of tradegy seems like a beautiful tenderness. I am often surprised that I can feel love at times when my heart and spirit is broken? When I am so furiously angry that I want to scream until I have no breath left in my body? How is there still space for love in the midst of such tradegy and evil in this World? Somehow, it is there to lean into. It seems like a miracle. I look forward to your beautiful soulful art with pink and red hues. It’s a balm.
😧😩Love IS a miracle, the one that saves us time and again. Keeps us somehow in tact. These words are balm dear Julie. Thank you Beautiful. From my heart to yours.
Love you so much, Orly!
❤️
All the realms of human experience lie here in your words. How far thin and how weighted and deep are the human emotions that consume us? Emotions live inside our bellies, but radiate through every pore of our being. Emotions arise without asking permission to visit. Burning hot emotions of hatred; soft, breathless emotions of love; whirling, churning, sickening waves of fear. We are filled with all these. How is it possible that one body holds emotions so vastly disparate and forever changing? How is it possible that one human absorbs the pain of another human thousands of miles across the globe, without ever meeting that human or knowing his name? There are such humans, though. There are humans who feel far away pain as if it were their own. There are other humans who witness their own neighbor’s suffering and feel nothing.
What am I trying to say? I don’t know. These are littie questions in my head. I read this piece, and I wonder. I ask, why is this so? How is this so? Who are we humans?
Yes, such epic burdens for those of us absorbing such pain, anger, never ending despair. It’s not doable, and writing helps just a bit, and only momentarily 😩🥺 Thank you Sister. 😢for crying with me.
We’re lucky, perhaps, that we have the gift of crying. Tears make painful emotions manifest so they can be released. And tears are such a relief. So necessary. That washing away. It’s so good to cry. Self-soothing. I am always here to cry with you.
🥹🙏🏻
My beautiful and kind cry buddy. So blessed.
More and more, I find myself connecting to my ancestors to relieve the present day angusih of the state of this country.
🙏🏻💗
These words washing over me, the feelings are so real and true from the heart.
And my heart is with yours. 🙏🏻💗
I feel all of this deeply too. 💜💜
🙏🏻💗
My break these days is spending time with a friend’s 2 year-old who is full of life and love- for all who get to be in her inner circle. She has no labels yet like queer, trans, ugly, fat or different. She calls us by our names- Shell, Airy, Mimi, Gigi, Corn-corn and Mama. I remember my soul and my connection to others which I find very hard today. I am also aware of my privilege to be able to take a break from the heartbreak and the grief. Thank you forever, Orly.
Perfect escape Amy dear. And so well shared. We work so hard to return to that state of being. Thank you!!! Forever more. 💗
Wonderful and inspirational 🩵
Wonderful and inspirational 🩵
🙏🏻💗
Thank-you for writing the poetry that expresses the sadness and shame that we feel while feeling grateful for art and love and houses to hide in when we can’t bear it anymore. It’s confusing for the soul and your writing puts some flesh around the bones of what is so hard to express…..yet. 🙏
Awww Lisa. My heart mingling with your words. Thank you. Missing ‘hiding’ with you. 💗🙏🏻
So good to hear your voice. Miss you ❤️
Missing you too Love. I hope to see you soon, and hear your warm voice, your laughter, your special loving way of speaking.
Besos y abrazos.
“Love and Tradegy” (your words, dear Orly) it brought this thought and feeling to mind when I read your words.
To feel and give love in the midst of tradegy seems like a beautiful tenderness. I am often surprised that I can feel love at times when my heart and spirit is broken? When I am so furiously angry that I want to scream until I have no breath left in my body? How is there still space for love in the midst of such tradegy and evil in this World? Somehow, it is there to lean into. It seems like a miracle. I look forward to your beautiful soulful art with pink and red hues. It’s a balm.
😧😩Love IS a miracle, the one that saves us time and again. Keeps us somehow in tact. These words are balm dear Julie. Thank you Beautiful. From my heart to yours.
Yes, Orly. To all that you say here 🤍
🙏🏻💗🙏🏻