This is so beautiful Poorna and made me tear up on the train . Last Friday I wrote about how I love autumn but after a painful break-up over the summer and having to put my dog to sleep last month, all the things I shared and loved about the season were making me feel so overwhelmingly sad. I made a list of all the things I want to do this season to make new memories just for me, whilst keeping the nostalgia of the happier times. I love how you said meeting the day where you are at.x
So beautifully written š November is my hardest month. Itās the one where grief feels the closest. Sending you all the love Poorna and I absolutely do think you should make the cottage pie āØ
I am sorry that this time of year is expecially hard for you and I hope all those little things you have described bring comfort. I find the thought of winter looming ahead hard, as it always seems to drag on so long. Since moving the the countryside and getting a garden (and getting into gardening) buying bulbs and squirrelling them away has become a little ritual that helps me enormously. A reminder that spring will come x
Something changed after I came down with Covid in the autumn of 2020; every autumn after that has been extremely difficult. Thank you for sharing your poignant writing with us, and sending you strength and light.
So many beautiful lines. "...my husbandās soul, which blooms in some of the pots he left behind." "...while some celebrate an extra hour in bed, I mourn the time that feels subtracted." "This year I may just meet the day as it comes, and remember that the moment the clocks change, we are travelling along the arc to a time when it will change again, moving forward into light and new life." I am sorry to read of your loss (those words feel unintentionally terse as I can't imagine such grief). Thank you for sharing your wonderful words.
This time of year is objectively the absolute worst. It just has a dark energy to it that weighs me down. Give me the bleak misery of January over the foreboding of October/November any day šYour little garden sounds lovely, especially your dadās reaction to it š And oh, that line about whoever calls this place home now ā I know that feeling š
This is so beautiful Poorna and made me tear up on the train . Last Friday I wrote about how I love autumn but after a painful break-up over the summer and having to put my dog to sleep last month, all the things I shared and loved about the season were making me feel so overwhelmingly sad. I made a list of all the things I want to do this season to make new memories just for me, whilst keeping the nostalgia of the happier times. I love how you said meeting the day where you are at.x
So beautifully written š November is my hardest month. Itās the one where grief feels the closest. Sending you all the love Poorna and I absolutely do think you should make the cottage pie āØ
I am sorry that this time of year is expecially hard for you and I hope all those little things you have described bring comfort. I find the thought of winter looming ahead hard, as it always seems to drag on so long. Since moving the the countryside and getting a garden (and getting into gardening) buying bulbs and squirrelling them away has become a little ritual that helps me enormously. A reminder that spring will come x
Something changed after I came down with Covid in the autumn of 2020; every autumn after that has been extremely difficult. Thank you for sharing your poignant writing with us, and sending you strength and light.
So many beautiful lines. "...my husbandās soul, which blooms in some of the pots he left behind." "...while some celebrate an extra hour in bed, I mourn the time that feels subtracted." "This year I may just meet the day as it comes, and remember that the moment the clocks change, we are travelling along the arc to a time when it will change again, moving forward into light and new life." I am sorry to read of your loss (those words feel unintentionally terse as I can't imagine such grief). Thank you for sharing your wonderful words.
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This time of year is objectively the absolute worst. It just has a dark energy to it that weighs me down. Give me the bleak misery of January over the foreboding of October/November any day šYour little garden sounds lovely, especially your dadās reaction to it š And oh, that line about whoever calls this place home now ā I know that feeling š