Thank you for your lovely essay on the love of rain! I have been teaching my delightful 3 year old grandchild just how happy the trees are when it rains. "Listen to the trees, they are all drinking in the water and sighing great sighs of relief", I tell her. "What are they saying, now?"she asks me. "They are thanking the clouds for the rain!" I exclaim. "And they are dancing in the wind!" The joys of wonder with a wee one, are absolutely precious.
Young children - so lovely and uncomplicated by all our adult feelings - everytime you post about your grandchild I am so happy for you and your life on Mayne Gin! xo
Your images of wet winter forest walks brought back some good memories of the greenness and the smell of fern and moss. A small comfort during what does feel like an apocalypse. xoxo
This month was really tough for me, and I found myself pretty stoked when I opened the inbox this morning. Taking the time this afternoon to read it was a breath of air I needed. Thanks.
Thank-you Darryl. It gladdens me to know that. Everytime your name pops up I think of that weekend when we were nineteen and we partied all weekend with that ska band from San Francisco and ended up wandering around all night in Vancouver until we could take the bus home, and that memory makes my heart break for the young people we once were. xo
Thank you for your excellent writing, Megan. You seem to articulate many of my thoughts and concerns. But your multiple talents can overwhelm me! Good on you!
I enjoy reading anything that makes me regain all my sense. Feel, smell, hear and taste. All these sense are awaken during a heavy rain. Sometimes it takes someone else to point this out, to enjoy our ever changing weather. Thank you 😊
Somehow I missed this when it arrived but a pleasure to read on a Sunday afternoon. I will look for that book!
I have it if you want to borrow - I listened to it in audiobook form and then decided I also wanted to read it in print :)
Thanks Megan, I was able to get it from the library!
Thank you for your lovely essay on the love of rain! I have been teaching my delightful 3 year old grandchild just how happy the trees are when it rains. "Listen to the trees, they are all drinking in the water and sighing great sighs of relief", I tell her. "What are they saying, now?"she asks me. "They are thanking the clouds for the rain!" I exclaim. "And they are dancing in the wind!" The joys of wonder with a wee one, are absolutely precious.
Young children - so lovely and uncomplicated by all our adult feelings - everytime you post about your grandchild I am so happy for you and your life on Mayne Gin! xo
Your images of wet winter forest walks brought back some good memories of the greenness and the smell of fern and moss. A small comfort during what does feel like an apocalypse. xoxo
I try to remember always that the seeds of healing from the trauma of our world is right at hand - something I am learning over and over in this life.
This month was really tough for me, and I found myself pretty stoked when I opened the inbox this morning. Taking the time this afternoon to read it was a breath of air I needed. Thanks.
Thank-you Darryl. It gladdens me to know that. Everytime your name pops up I think of that weekend when we were nineteen and we partied all weekend with that ska band from San Francisco and ended up wandering around all night in Vancouver until we could take the bus home, and that memory makes my heart break for the young people we once were. xo
That whole weekend was quite a show. Etched in my memories, hopefully forever.
Thank you for your excellent writing, Megan. You seem to articulate many of my thoughts and concerns. But your multiple talents can overwhelm me! Good on you!
Thank-you Joyce! Don't be overwhelmed because I'm faking all of it. Honest!
I enjoy reading anything that makes me regain all my sense. Feel, smell, hear and taste. All these sense are awaken during a heavy rain. Sometimes it takes someone else to point this out, to enjoy our ever changing weather. Thank you 😊