Hi Jamie, I so resonate with the in-between spaces and what is 'ineffable' ... born through my senses, beyond the language of words, I found myself speaking in silences with my sister-in-law, in the sacredness of her leaving ... her shadows and sins, with a laugh, a smile ... "no more silly ... love, love, love ... you", as she closed her eyes to sleep, to dream her exit. In stillness the silence grows — "with the fingerprints of a whisper". What a beautiful poem. Thank you 🙏💖
Thanks Simone. Those spaces in between. The moments. In that stillness, the sacred connective pulse is full of resonance. Thanks for helping us listen deep enough to meet it. Thanks for being here. Words and worlds. 🙏❤️
The moments in the stillness is pulse and pause for the deepest listening … a language which does not require words, a language that is felt, a language reflected in the eyes, words that know not of letters and sounds. Your poem 🙏🌀💙
Greetings Simone, you have done your job, your calling as a Death Doula, helping us transition and crossover from here to there, from one life into another new beginning. With your sacred calming, comforting hands, your intention and aura, you tenderly touched and kissed your dying sister-in-law, giving her peace, love and friendship. You my dear sister, are a holy woman, warrioress, writer, poet, musician, artist, an experienced Fairy Crone PhD 💋 a humble woman, giving your gift and doing the work, silently, I think the world of you 🌀🦊🔥
Dear Poet, the place you write from is exquisite! That edge where language brushes against what can hardly be named. The way you speak of the connective pulse, the silence between worlds and words, and the bones of meaning ... brings to mind the poetic landscape of the Soul … the very terrain where poetry breathes before it becomes form.
For me, there’s a sacred moment here where something ancient seems to lean close and whisper, “We cannot touch it with our name intact.” Yesss! Oh how that line shimmered straight through me!
And the way you muse about response ... not as afterthought, but as part of the sacred exchange ... feels so true. It’s that luminous meeting place where poet and reader both step into the same firelight for a moment (or ten!) ... sharing the same breath, the same wonder!
Oh Jamie, you write with firelight and starlight in your hands! Thank you for carrying the flame and letting us gather around it with you. Thank you so much for keeping the circle bright. 💖🙏🔥
Thank you- Dear Poet. Deborah you paint from the edges of bone into the spaces of place. The fire knows your fingerprints. Soulprints. Thank you for bringing your being into the pulse. Into the swell of the wonder. Thanks for keeping the light. Your flame burns bright. Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️
Good companions! "In the sacred stillness of silence between the shadows and the sins. Poetry begins where death is robbed of the last word." Wonderful intro to a poem true to right syllables, graceful words.
We, creatures constantly look up. (Iain McGilchrist... Read all about it! the paper-sellers cry.) Yet normality scans like verse,the call of signs, poised. it might be beauty truth combines. You are in good company Jamie.
Here a poet whon some kind soul reposted yesterday... RS Thomas in upland Wales https://bit.ly/4aQl05Q
This one, Jamie, gave me utter goosebumps. There is so much underneath and between the words, the mystery wraps me with her broad cloak of possibility. I honestly have to start a book of quotes just from your articles! 💕🤩 I can't wait for that new book you are working on!
Thanks Sadhbh! I can say the same for your poetry and the hope for another book soon. Thanks so much for being here in this connective pulse feeding into the pinch and the swell of the circle. The wonder between the words. Between the worlds. 🙏❤️💫
“What we can’t see knows us better than what we can see”…You always seem to stretch me Jamie as I reach to touch and understand “that” beyond place which is perhaps not possible. But after reading your post I stretched for it anyway this early morning. Thanks for a lovely offering.
This title--"Stealing Fire From the Gods"--kind of says everything for me here, Jamie. Imagining the poet as having that power, that fire! Not that we are gods, but words as creative spark, inspiring, igniting, changing us. Beautiful.
But really, it is your photo here I find most arresting--a father and son, I envisage, sitting together before the flame, just being.
Silence. Moments like that can be rare, but so richly rewarding.
Thank you so much Robin. There’s definitely something about the fire of that pulse of connection. It burns bone deep. That spark of inspiration ignites essence. Thanks for burning with me. 🙏❤️💫
The picture is my grandfather, and his brother taken just before he died. Two greek guys that fought wars and started a new life here in Canada. Stealing fire from the gods just to stay alive. Wouldn’t be here without them. 🙏💫❤️
Thanks Jo! Thanks for your kind words. The photo is of my grandfather and his brother. Just before he died. It was a surreal moment where I looked over and grasped the intensity and meaning of connection within the big circle. The pulse. Two greek guys that fought through wars and stole fire from the gods just to get to Canada. To keep the circle alive. Thanks for being here and noticing more than just the words. 🙏❤️💫
Love these lines: 'What we can’t see / knows us better / than what we can see.' I imagine them observing us from afar, patient and waiting for us to notice.
Hi Jamie, I so resonate with the in-between spaces and what is 'ineffable' ... born through my senses, beyond the language of words, I found myself speaking in silences with my sister-in-law, in the sacredness of her leaving ... her shadows and sins, with a laugh, a smile ... "no more silly ... love, love, love ... you", as she closed her eyes to sleep, to dream her exit. In stillness the silence grows — "with the fingerprints of a whisper". What a beautiful poem. Thank you 🙏💖
Thanks Simone. Those spaces in between. The moments. In that stillness, the sacred connective pulse is full of resonance. Thanks for helping us listen deep enough to meet it. Thanks for being here. Words and worlds. 🙏❤️
The moments in the stillness is pulse and pause for the deepest listening … a language which does not require words, a language that is felt, a language reflected in the eyes, words that know not of letters and sounds. Your poem 🙏🌀💙
Totally resonate! Into that energy. Beyond the shape and form of letters and skin. 💫 Beingness
🙏🌀🌊💙💫
Greetings Simone, you have done your job, your calling as a Death Doula, helping us transition and crossover from here to there, from one life into another new beginning. With your sacred calming, comforting hands, your intention and aura, you tenderly touched and kissed your dying sister-in-law, giving her peace, love and friendship. You my dear sister, are a holy woman, warrioress, writer, poet, musician, artist, an experienced Fairy Crone PhD 💋 a humble woman, giving your gift and doing the work, silently, I think the world of you 🌀🦊🔥
You are very kind and generous Geraldine. Bless you, and thank you for listening to the in between, the support, your wisdom. Lots of love to you 🙏🌀💙
Dear Poet, the place you write from is exquisite! That edge where language brushes against what can hardly be named. The way you speak of the connective pulse, the silence between worlds and words, and the bones of meaning ... brings to mind the poetic landscape of the Soul … the very terrain where poetry breathes before it becomes form.
For me, there’s a sacred moment here where something ancient seems to lean close and whisper, “We cannot touch it with our name intact.” Yesss! Oh how that line shimmered straight through me!
And the way you muse about response ... not as afterthought, but as part of the sacred exchange ... feels so true. It’s that luminous meeting place where poet and reader both step into the same firelight for a moment (or ten!) ... sharing the same breath, the same wonder!
Oh Jamie, you write with firelight and starlight in your hands! Thank you for carrying the flame and letting us gather around it with you. Thank you so much for keeping the circle bright. 💖🙏🔥
Thank you- Dear Poet. Deborah you paint from the edges of bone into the spaces of place. The fire knows your fingerprints. Soulprints. Thank you for bringing your being into the pulse. Into the swell of the wonder. Thanks for keeping the light. Your flame burns bright. Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️
Good companions! "In the sacred stillness of silence between the shadows and the sins. Poetry begins where death is robbed of the last word." Wonderful intro to a poem true to right syllables, graceful words.
We, creatures constantly look up. (Iain McGilchrist... Read all about it! the paper-sellers cry.) Yet normality scans like verse,the call of signs, poised. it might be beauty truth combines. You are in good company Jamie.
Here a poet whon some kind soul reposted yesterday... RS Thomas in upland Wales https://bit.ly/4aQl05Q
Thanks Phillip. You are a poet of soul. Thanks for being here. Poised and pinching wonder. 🙏❤️💫
I echo the others' comments.
This one, Jamie, gave me utter goosebumps. There is so much underneath and between the words, the mystery wraps me with her broad cloak of possibility. I honestly have to start a book of quotes just from your articles! 💕🤩 I can't wait for that new book you are working on!
Thanks Sadhbh! I can say the same for your poetry and the hope for another book soon. Thanks so much for being here in this connective pulse feeding into the pinch and the swell of the circle. The wonder between the words. Between the worlds. 🙏❤️💫
“What we can’t see knows us better than what we can see”…You always seem to stretch me Jamie as I reach to touch and understand “that” beyond place which is perhaps not possible. But after reading your post I stretched for it anyway this early morning. Thanks for a lovely offering.
Thanks Terra! Keep stretching. Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️
Feel pinch, sink, ink sings...
short, long, thick, deep, “all the same.”
Ineffable, rings.
The fire deep inside
Rubs quivers and sings wonder
In the song of soul
Thanks Marisol 🙏❤️💫
This title--"Stealing Fire From the Gods"--kind of says everything for me here, Jamie. Imagining the poet as having that power, that fire! Not that we are gods, but words as creative spark, inspiring, igniting, changing us. Beautiful.
But really, it is your photo here I find most arresting--a father and son, I envisage, sitting together before the flame, just being.
Silence. Moments like that can be rare, but so richly rewarding.
Thank you.
Thank you so much Robin. There’s definitely something about the fire of that pulse of connection. It burns bone deep. That spark of inspiration ignites essence. Thanks for burning with me. 🙏❤️💫
My pleasure, indeed!
The picture is my grandfather, and his brother taken just before he died. Two greek guys that fought wars and started a new life here in Canada. Stealing fire from the gods just to stay alive. Wouldn’t be here without them. 🙏💫❤️
What a gift--to those if us who read your words--"two Greek guys" together before the flame in that moment you clicked the shutter, Jamie.
Ah Jamie thank you. Such powerful and relatable words:
we feel it before we see it...The quiver, the sinking in and singing out all in the same moment...
Perfect. Beautiful poetry, Really special photo that makes me curious to live the question....who?
Gives off a Greek vibe....
Thanks again Jamie for being part of the circle. 🙏💖
Thanks Jo! Thanks for your kind words. The photo is of my grandfather and his brother. Just before he died. It was a surreal moment where I looked over and grasped the intensity and meaning of connection within the big circle. The pulse. Two greek guys that fought through wars and stole fire from the gods just to get to Canada. To keep the circle alive. Thanks for being here and noticing more than just the words. 🙏❤️💫
Thank you for sharing from behind the photo Jamie.
Powerful photo. Powerful observations. The big circle. 🙏❤️💫
Love these lines: 'What we can’t see / knows us better / than what we can see.' I imagine them observing us from afar, patient and waiting for us to notice.
Thanks Sam 💫❤️
Great work.
Thanks so much David