You paint your words so well. I love this girl snorting milk out, playing clarinet to the birds, trying so hard to be good and brave. This middle name was something between a prophecy and a prayer, a dare. I think your light and resilience merits the title.
"I try to stop at the precise moment she traded all that in for a little attention and praise in exchange for becoming pathologically helpful and swallowing any unacceptable feeling, need, or want that might cause trouble." OOF. I felt this in my body and heart. This post weaves personal truth to universal meaning with visceral, details so specific to a time and place and yet so recognizable in emotion all I kept thinking were the words TRUTH. BEAUTY. HOPE...and yes, JOY...over and over again.
You paint your words so well. I love this girl snorting milk out, playing clarinet to the birds, trying so hard to be good and brave. This middle name was something between a prophecy and a prayer, a dare. I think your light and resilience merits the title.
Good work, girl. Your writing and singing bring me Joy. Joy Joy Joy, down in my heart!
"I try to stop at the precise moment she traded all that in for a little attention and praise in exchange for becoming pathologically helpful and swallowing any unacceptable feeling, need, or want that might cause trouble." OOF. I felt this in my body and heart. This post weaves personal truth to universal meaning with visceral, details so specific to a time and place and yet so recognizable in emotion all I kept thinking were the words TRUTH. BEAUTY. HOPE...and yes, JOY...over and over again.
I'm so glad it resonates. That's a great four-word mantra: TRUTH, BEAUTY, HOPE, JOY.