Oh my heart, all the hearts, this is so beautiful, Aoibhín ✨ What a profound honour to have my words included among those of mother-writers I admire so, so much, thank you 🙏🏻. If I were to share one word, one line, and add one fragment to the circle, it would be something I read in Clare Mulvany's Bealtaine post: "The tree must risk its bud to blossom. The birds must risk their branch to fly." Thank you 💖
This swallowed me - thank you for your invitation. I recently learned of a song from song keeper, Peia Luzzi. It’s a song from the Hebrides Islands sung in seal language. She pairs it with her telling of the Selkie. I can stop singing it. I’m reminded of the animal body, returning to source and all the ways our heart opens and breaks at once. It’s something to be spoken so I don’t have written words for it but felt drawn to share.
This sounds incredibly special Anastasia. Thank you for this beautiful fragment. Songs, music and dance find places the words don't always reach, don't they?
Oh my heart longs to be at that kitchen table. What a beautiful piece. I’m so tired today I can’t conjure up a response to your question but I feel soothed by your words. Xx
this is beautiful! thank you for inviting me to such a dreamy gathering of mothers, and for musing on my use of the lowercase i. i am so glad to be part of the fragments, a small semblance of togetherness while we mother...
I am a grandmother writer now, steeped, not quite stooped; I feel like a seabird perched high in a clifftop, aware of the ocean depths and dangers, alive to the beauty of it all. Much love to all the mothers, past, present, and future xx
Such a beautiful read. I feel so deeply connected by your articulation of mothering. It reminded me of the Japanese art of Kintsugi, fragments and scars creating unique beauty and something more precious 💚
Oh my heart, all the hearts, this is so beautiful, Aoibhín ✨ What a profound honour to have my words included among those of mother-writers I admire so, so much, thank you 🙏🏻. If I were to share one word, one line, and add one fragment to the circle, it would be something I read in Clare Mulvany's Bealtaine post: "The tree must risk its bud to blossom. The birds must risk their branch to fly." Thank you 💖
This line... it is stunning and heartbreaking, and full of courage, and fear and strength. Thank you for sharing Annette
This swallowed me - thank you for your invitation. I recently learned of a song from song keeper, Peia Luzzi. It’s a song from the Hebrides Islands sung in seal language. She pairs it with her telling of the Selkie. I can stop singing it. I’m reminded of the animal body, returning to source and all the ways our heart opens and breaks at once. It’s something to be spoken so I don’t have written words for it but felt drawn to share.
This sounds incredibly special Anastasia. Thank you for this beautiful fragment. Songs, music and dance find places the words don't always reach, don't they?
I would love yo hear that Selkie song by Peia, Anastasia. Do you have a link to it, please?
How magical that @anastasiamaier shared this gift the week of your first Selkie Circle! Perfect timing
I tried finding one Annette! No luck so far but will keep an eye out. I can also try singing it and sending to you if you open to that exchange 🦭
Oh my heart longs to be at that kitchen table. What a beautiful piece. I’m so tired today I can’t conjure up a response to your question but I feel soothed by your words. Xx
So beautifully written. Navigating this fragmented path together 🤍
Thank you Caroline. Yes, realising we are all together on this path is the first step I think 🙏
this is beautiful! thank you for inviting me to such a dreamy gathering of mothers, and for musing on my use of the lowercase i. i am so glad to be part of the fragments, a small semblance of togetherness while we mother...
Ah Genevieve, the special 'i' that has wandered through my thoughts for weeks. Thank you 💚
I am a grandmother writer now, steeped, not quite stooped; I feel like a seabird perched high in a clifftop, aware of the ocean depths and dangers, alive to the beauty of it all. Much love to all the mothers, past, present, and future xx
Oh, so beautiful 💙
Oh what beautiful writing. I know those motherhood aches that stick in our throats SO well. Thank you for giving them a little sound x
Such a beautiful read. I feel so deeply connected by your articulation of mothering. It reminded me of the Japanese art of Kintsugi, fragments and scars creating unique beauty and something more precious 💚