So much of what you write feels like entering a dream (or nightmare) to the reader, not fully understanding and things not making logical sense, yet all the time fully feeling it, raw as ever. X
Excellent descriptions and imagery. The line about the great blue heron gives me more to think about next time I see one on my Nature hikes standing "within the remains of a tree - a surveyor of solitude - a keeper of words." Beautifully described!
And those words will slowly find a voice. That voice will plant them. As seeds. That will slowly grow into trees. That one day will stand tall and free. With roots that grow deep. And leaves. Oh leaves. Each etched by love. Love that kisses all that come to get lost in darkness and found by light. Bless you Jess. The seeds are growing. 🙏❤️
The imagery. The lyricism. I love your writing style/voice. You should record a VoiceOver to accompany your essays. (It was so easy to do on my first try.)
Jess, nothing profound from me. Just wanting to know that this is a weepingly beautiful piece that I adore. Your voice becomes stronger and stronger and I love it. Namaste, Sister.
So much of what you write feels like entering a dream (or nightmare) to the reader, not fully understanding and things not making logical sense, yet all the time fully feeling it, raw as ever. X
This is the piece that you want to read when the world is silent.
Excellent descriptions and imagery. The line about the great blue heron gives me more to think about next time I see one on my Nature hikes standing "within the remains of a tree - a surveyor of solitude - a keeper of words." Beautifully described!
The images are so powerful. The skeletons of trees.
“A great blue heron stands within the remains of a tree—a surveyor of solitude—a keeper of words.”
Just stunning.
I live 100 meters from a swamp on a wonderful island
Do you know how much mystery and power a swamp has?
And … she will hold her ground … and you … and us. Her roots are strong … she is a wisdom keeper 💝
And those words will slowly find a voice. That voice will plant them. As seeds. That will slowly grow into trees. That one day will stand tall and free. With roots that grow deep. And leaves. Oh leaves. Each etched by love. Love that kisses all that come to get lost in darkness and found by light. Bless you Jess. The seeds are growing. 🙏❤️
So good-
Every day in every way, Better and Better! Thank you, Jess
Thank you, Paul! Appreciate you!❤️
So beautiful! Love the writing here—this is why Substack is so powerful. Real, amazing writing. Yum! Thank you!
I've been to that swamp. Occasionally I return, but I couldn't even begin to write a description of it this fantastic! Wow. You rule!!!!
The imagery. The lyricism. I love your writing style/voice. You should record a VoiceOver to accompany your essays. (It was so easy to do on my first try.)
I see a cinematic movie of the swamp as you write, with mesmerizing music. As always, haunting. ox
I have to be careful about reading your work. You always give me the feels!
I’m grateful . 👏
Jess, nothing profound from me. Just wanting to know that this is a weepingly beautiful piece that I adore. Your voice becomes stronger and stronger and I love it. Namaste, Sister.
Beautiful!!! 🩷👏👏👏