I have 4 kids, 30,20,12,&8. One out on his own, one in the middle of leaving and staying in college, and finding her footing as she wishes she lived on her own, but also was taken care of by her mom. The two little ones, are they little?, still home and fully dependent boys, even though 12 thinks he needs no one and would just like to be left alone until he comes to you. The school year is such a wonderful, scheduled time. Even though in June I feel torn between wanting no routine and the dread of missing the routine. By Aug, I am crawling toward Sep, starving for routine.
I also get migraines, and they are HARD! RUDE! I can only send love, healing, and commiseration your way.
I, too, was an addict in a past life, fully numbing everything so that this time I must feel it all. There are times I can feel my mind thinking. My skin, breathing. The aliveness of being alive. Too much!
In my fantasy journey, I have left the world familiar to me, completed the first trials, and search for my allies as I heal and create, beginning to understand my gifts, but still hesitant to fully step into them and be seen.
I crave a writer's group of my own; I lead one, but would love to be an attendee too.
Essra! This was such a joy to read. Something about the way you write makes me slow down and settle in. As soon as you mentioned the ages of your kids I thought, "Ok. This woman has wisdom to share." We can definitely commiserate about migraines! (haha, lucky us!). I actually chuckled. when you called them rude because I've said that so many times! It sounds like, in your fantasy journey, you are at the "quest" stage. Or perhaps just at the brink of "meeting the goddess." It's funny you crave a group of your own because I find myself craving to lead one. I wonder if there's a way you could participate in your own group--take your own course? Otherwise, I am certain there are other writers out there craving a group. Maybe you can put one together. My group is only 4 people and it's the perfect amount. Anymore and I wouldn't be able to keep up with reading giving feedback each week.
Your words are spellbinding Hadas, even when writing through pain. I've never suffered from migraines but my sister does. She thinks they're triggered by stress, which feels unfair given how stressful modern life is. Sending you lots of hugs across the ocean xx
I definitely agree that they are emotionally triggered. It’s one of those things that makes me hate how sensitive and fragile I can be. I often look to you as an example of a sensitive person who channels that sensitivity into your gift of writing. And that inspires me to keep trying to alchemize the pain. Though I still get jealous of writers who seem to create without needing to draw from the well of pain. If only :) Thanks for reading Kate. I get butterflies knowing you’re there across the ocean reading!! I never miss a post from you.
Glowing lamp deep into the night, the calm stillness of the 11 o’clock hour shielding the next impending day’s light until the emerging six year old lumbers down the hallway crowing as the sun brightens the day ahead. Summer is the rhythm of doors opening and closing with a frenzy behind two busy bumblebee boys over here in the PNW. My sunflowers are reaching towards their queen high in the sky, pulsating beetles building the background symphony more likened to a cocophony or sound that threatens to burst my ear drums. If I could climb through the looking glass and see my protagonist’s arc, she’d be roaming the highlands skirts in a swirl about her ankles, sweat beading across her brow as her fingers twitch as she pulls back across the leather bow. ♥️ When’s autumn Hadas? 🍂 🥀 I have not yet begun to wither alpng with the weather, but I fear that’s what August may bring. I hope the migraines cease and do not feel quite so piercing in this next moon cycle. Hugs.
I am utterly enthralled, delighted, enchanted, and in AWE of your prose! That is exactly what I love to write about most in the quiet early morning hours--simple moments, me and the children, the invisible waking world, the nature that surrounds me. This feels like a scene in a fantasy I want to read. Pull back the leather bow!! I'm coming to shoot arrows with you.
Thank you for your wishes! It's been a lifetime of trying remedies that don't work but here I am, still always trying something new so you never know! <3
That's the perfect medicine. Couldn't ask for more. Thank you Wayne! Thanks for always supporting me and making me smile. Next month I'll start sharing chapters from the new book. I've been wanting to have something special for paid subscribers (all wonderful 5 of you!!) for a while now. I think that will be it.
Knowing how busy you are, I forgot to mention that I didn't see the tip jar on your Substack this time. Wanted to send a small Thank You to help with research or chicken feed, Lol. Going to use PayPal to your email today. Hey, Debra has 5 hens and a rooster. We get 2 to 4 eggs a day. After expenses each egg probably costs us $50 each. Hahaha. And end up giving most away.
OH MY GOODNESS!!!! Sometimes you really feel like my guardian angel! That was incredibly generous of you. It really truly touched my heart. Thank you doesn't feel like enough to say but I think and hope you know how much I appreciate you.
I have 4 kids, 30,20,12,&8. One out on his own, one in the middle of leaving and staying in college, and finding her footing as she wishes she lived on her own, but also was taken care of by her mom. The two little ones, are they little?, still home and fully dependent boys, even though 12 thinks he needs no one and would just like to be left alone until he comes to you. The school year is such a wonderful, scheduled time. Even though in June I feel torn between wanting no routine and the dread of missing the routine. By Aug, I am crawling toward Sep, starving for routine.
I also get migraines, and they are HARD! RUDE! I can only send love, healing, and commiseration your way.
I, too, was an addict in a past life, fully numbing everything so that this time I must feel it all. There are times I can feel my mind thinking. My skin, breathing. The aliveness of being alive. Too much!
In my fantasy journey, I have left the world familiar to me, completed the first trials, and search for my allies as I heal and create, beginning to understand my gifts, but still hesitant to fully step into them and be seen.
I crave a writer's group of my own; I lead one, but would love to be an attendee too.
Essra! This was such a joy to read. Something about the way you write makes me slow down and settle in. As soon as you mentioned the ages of your kids I thought, "Ok. This woman has wisdom to share." We can definitely commiserate about migraines! (haha, lucky us!). I actually chuckled. when you called them rude because I've said that so many times! It sounds like, in your fantasy journey, you are at the "quest" stage. Or perhaps just at the brink of "meeting the goddess." It's funny you crave a group of your own because I find myself craving to lead one. I wonder if there's a way you could participate in your own group--take your own course? Otherwise, I am certain there are other writers out there craving a group. Maybe you can put one together. My group is only 4 people and it's the perfect amount. Anymore and I wouldn't be able to keep up with reading giving feedback each week.
Your words are spellbinding Hadas, even when writing through pain. I've never suffered from migraines but my sister does. She thinks they're triggered by stress, which feels unfair given how stressful modern life is. Sending you lots of hugs across the ocean xx
I definitely agree that they are emotionally triggered. It’s one of those things that makes me hate how sensitive and fragile I can be. I often look to you as an example of a sensitive person who channels that sensitivity into your gift of writing. And that inspires me to keep trying to alchemize the pain. Though I still get jealous of writers who seem to create without needing to draw from the well of pain. If only :) Thanks for reading Kate. I get butterflies knowing you’re there across the ocean reading!! I never miss a post from you.
love love love to read your words as always!
AHH thank you Farai!! That means so much coming from you!! I always love yours and everything you share!
Glowing lamp deep into the night, the calm stillness of the 11 o’clock hour shielding the next impending day’s light until the emerging six year old lumbers down the hallway crowing as the sun brightens the day ahead. Summer is the rhythm of doors opening and closing with a frenzy behind two busy bumblebee boys over here in the PNW. My sunflowers are reaching towards their queen high in the sky, pulsating beetles building the background symphony more likened to a cocophony or sound that threatens to burst my ear drums. If I could climb through the looking glass and see my protagonist’s arc, she’d be roaming the highlands skirts in a swirl about her ankles, sweat beading across her brow as her fingers twitch as she pulls back across the leather bow. ♥️ When’s autumn Hadas? 🍂 🥀 I have not yet begun to wither alpng with the weather, but I fear that’s what August may bring. I hope the migraines cease and do not feel quite so piercing in this next moon cycle. Hugs.
I am utterly enthralled, delighted, enchanted, and in AWE of your prose! That is exactly what I love to write about most in the quiet early morning hours--simple moments, me and the children, the invisible waking world, the nature that surrounds me. This feels like a scene in a fantasy I want to read. Pull back the leather bow!! I'm coming to shoot arrows with you.
Thank you for your wishes! It's been a lifetime of trying remedies that don't work but here I am, still always trying something new so you never know! <3
Aww 🥰 thank YOU. Wishing you flurishing chunks of writing time and sweet berries to enjoy this season. 🧡 Virtual Hugs! -Rachel
So sorry about the suffering with migraines! Sending you a cyber hug and prayers Hadas.
That's the perfect medicine. Couldn't ask for more. Thank you Wayne! Thanks for always supporting me and making me smile. Next month I'll start sharing chapters from the new book. I've been wanting to have something special for paid subscribers (all wonderful 5 of you!!) for a while now. I think that will be it.
Knowing how busy you are, I forgot to mention that I didn't see the tip jar on your Substack this time. Wanted to send a small Thank You to help with research or chicken feed, Lol. Going to use PayPal to your email today. Hey, Debra has 5 hens and a rooster. We get 2 to 4 eggs a day. After expenses each egg probably costs us $50 each. Hahaha. And end up giving most away.
OH MY GOODNESS!!!! Sometimes you really feel like my guardian angel! That was incredibly generous of you. It really truly touched my heart. Thank you doesn't feel like enough to say but I think and hope you know how much I appreciate you.