It's so hard to reconcile when someone chooses to isolate (even when you might be able to understand why they've chosen it). How could it not feel personal? All you can do is exactly what your gorgeous poem reflects, and that is to extend your hand when they're ready to return. I'm elated that you've found solace and comfort in this Substack community, Thom!
My heart goes out to you Thom. I'm hearing the ache of loss and longing, but also of honor in what you shared with us. I believe that sometimes our part is to create what beauty we can from chaos. It is chaos to us when someone so close is not there anymore...a loss of companionship, being heard, being held in the way nobody else can. We are each so unique and thus bring something that cannot be fully replaced. Then, I read the beauty of what you shared like an offering, open-handed. And a bit of the chaos is transformed into the beauty you've been courageous to release here and you've invited us to be witnesses and to hold it with you. Thank you Thom for naming what you have from the deep well of who you are.
I echo Lisa, Thom. I know it’s hard but sometimes love is letting someone go and leaving the door open for when they return. In the meantime life goes on and it’s important not to wallow but to find joy in another space 💕
Thank you, Sue. I am trying not to wallow (great word btw). We spoke or chatted almost every day for nearly four years, so it is hard to not think about that great big void. But I am getting better, filling that void with other interests.
It's so hard to reconcile when someone chooses to isolate (even when you might be able to understand why they've chosen it). How could it not feel personal? All you can do is exactly what your gorgeous poem reflects, and that is to extend your hand when they're ready to return. I'm elated that you've found solace and comfort in this Substack community, Thom!
Thank you Lisa. 🧡🤗
My heart goes out to you Thom. I'm hearing the ache of loss and longing, but also of honor in what you shared with us. I believe that sometimes our part is to create what beauty we can from chaos. It is chaos to us when someone so close is not there anymore...a loss of companionship, being heard, being held in the way nobody else can. We are each so unique and thus bring something that cannot be fully replaced. Then, I read the beauty of what you shared like an offering, open-handed. And a bit of the chaos is transformed into the beauty you've been courageous to release here and you've invited us to be witnesses and to hold it with you. Thank you Thom for naming what you have from the deep well of who you are.
I echo Lisa, Thom. I know it’s hard but sometimes love is letting someone go and leaving the door open for when they return. In the meantime life goes on and it’s important not to wallow but to find joy in another space 💕
Thank you, Sue. I am trying not to wallow (great word btw). We spoke or chatted almost every day for nearly four years, so it is hard to not think about that great big void. But I am getting better, filling that void with other interests.
That’s wonderful to hear Thom 💕