You don’t have to listen, don’t have to see. Don’t have to let the Divine look you straight in the eye. You don’t have to but You want to.
Reading this was like finding a book written in my native language while at a thrift store in my adopted homeland (which never truly felt like home).
Writing it was like that, too. :)
So good to see you here - thanks for leaving a note.
I TRULY love this piece, Amy. I felt it...cellularly.
Thank you! From one poet to another, that means a lot to me.
Love this (and all of Amy's essays). So profound, resonant, and synchronistic.
Thank you, Mary. 🙏
wonderful amy. xoxom
Hello you. ❤️❤️❤️
Reading this was like finding a book written in my native language while at a thrift store in my adopted homeland (which never truly felt like home).
Writing it was like that, too. :)
So good to see you here - thanks for leaving a note.
I TRULY love this piece, Amy. I felt it...cellularly.
Thank you! From one poet to another, that means a lot to me.
Love this (and all of Amy's essays). So profound, resonant, and synchronistic.
Thank you, Mary. 🙏
wonderful amy. xoxom
Hello you. ❤️❤️❤️