Goodness, this has blown me right open and is one of the best things I have read recently. It's stunning and poignant and expert and heart breaking. Thank you for all of it.
I didn’t know that it was a way of loving to collect seeds until Mark revealed it in the winter solstice sessions. He helped me get over my fear of speaking with the trees, and I had my dream that he told me to ask of them. I’m grateful for that, and for the packets of gomphrena seeds I didn’t plant, and for your stories and you. Thank you for sharing this portal path with us.
So powerful. You surely achieve your goals as a metaphysical writer, to crack us open. While I live in California, I follow Caro and Dougald (which is how I found you) and have been tracking the tragedy of Mark's death. (And I too happen to have a loved one in my life named Mark and loved ones I have lost tragically to death.) Your beautiful haunting words cover so much meaningful ground, and the amazing photo of Mark, soul bared, touches deep along with your sharing of his pain. I am moved by your words, and inspired. Some day (soon?) I hope to get going on my own Substack account, when I find my bearings. So thank you for your offerings and encouragements to this end!
This is so stunning, sad, urgent and achingly wise. A breathtaking weave. A ceremony in words. Yes, heart is the hardest to share and yet the centre, heartmind an entirely different intelligence, guiding this writing. Thank you for this extraordinary gift to us writers and your mentoring.
So beautiful. What a gift this piece is, Charlotte. And so true, what you say about the heart and writing. I received great strength and comfort from these words.
"One day you realise there is no one on Earth who will cherish you again." That's the knife that sliced me open while reading this piece, Charlotte. This May 15 will be 15 years since my David's sudden slipping out of his shell and into flight beyond its limitations, flight he had craved and sought within it in myriad ways. I hate to believe this sentence is true, but so far it is, for me. I have found it to be also true that there is so much else to experience as well, in addition, beyond, on top of that one priceless cherishedness that taught me I am indeed cherishable, and able to cherish. All that lesson/gift is not lost but rather remains wrapped around me like the arms I felt embracing me hours before I got the call telling me he'd left his body. Thank you for triggering this ramble, Charlotte. Blessings.
Goodness, this has blown me right open and is one of the best things I have read recently. It's stunning and poignant and expert and heart breaking. Thank you for all of it.
hear hear!
I didn’t know that it was a way of loving to collect seeds until Mark revealed it in the winter solstice sessions. He helped me get over my fear of speaking with the trees, and I had my dream that he told me to ask of them. I’m grateful for that, and for the packets of gomphrena seeds I didn’t plant, and for your stories and you. Thank you for sharing this portal path with us.
So powerful. You surely achieve your goals as a metaphysical writer, to crack us open. While I live in California, I follow Caro and Dougald (which is how I found you) and have been tracking the tragedy of Mark's death. (And I too happen to have a loved one in my life named Mark and loved ones I have lost tragically to death.) Your beautiful haunting words cover so much meaningful ground, and the amazing photo of Mark, soul bared, touches deep along with your sharing of his pain. I am moved by your words, and inspired. Some day (soon?) I hope to get going on my own Substack account, when I find my bearings. So thank you for your offerings and encouragements to this end!
This is so stunning, sad, urgent and achingly wise. A breathtaking weave. A ceremony in words. Yes, heart is the hardest to share and yet the centre, heartmind an entirely different intelligence, guiding this writing. Thank you for this extraordinary gift to us writers and your mentoring.
Many thanks Sharon! So glad you enjoyed the post. All best heart wishes from England, Charlotte
Dear Charlotte. This is a beautiful commentary and captures Marks loss in a very touching way.
Mark was such a delight at Dartington last June. It is hard to imagine him gone and you finding him on the floor.
Yet these moment are what touch us, bring us together, see the power of light and shadow in the way we live.
Thank you both for your gifts. They have meant a lot to me even though I met you just last year and just for a week. RIP Mark. Stay strong Charlotte
Xx Terri
Many thanks Terri. Hope you are well. Sending all best, Charlotte
So beautiful. What a gift this piece is, Charlotte. And so true, what you say about the heart and writing. I received great strength and comfort from these words.
Thank you, Charlotte, for finding and sharing these words. Such medicine, medicine I needed.
"One day you realise there is no one on Earth who will cherish you again." That's the knife that sliced me open while reading this piece, Charlotte. This May 15 will be 15 years since my David's sudden slipping out of his shell and into flight beyond its limitations, flight he had craved and sought within it in myriad ways. I hate to believe this sentence is true, but so far it is, for me. I have found it to be also true that there is so much else to experience as well, in addition, beyond, on top of that one priceless cherishedness that taught me I am indeed cherishable, and able to cherish. All that lesson/gift is not lost but rather remains wrapped around me like the arms I felt embracing me hours before I got the call telling me he'd left his body. Thank you for triggering this ramble, Charlotte. Blessings.