This is beautifully raw and honest. My heart is sending yours a warm embrace. Here's to becoming untamed! A few years ago, going though a rough patch, i wrote a version of this I want to share with you.
I know the sky still opens...even when I don’t look up.
I know silence can be medicine.
I know the wind touches my skin without asking who I’ve been.
I know stars burn for millions of years and never demand to be understood.
I know that breathing is enough sometimes…a soft agreement with existence.
I know grief is a teacher made of water, reshaping stone one drop at a time.
I know shame dissolves in light, not through answers but through compassion.
I know love hides in ordinary corners…a dog’s gaze, the warmth of tea, the courage to speak even one truth aloud.
I know we are being carried, every moment, by something vast and rhythmic.
It knows us, even when we don’t.
And I know... not knowing is its own kind of peace in motion.
Digging in the dirt. I still love to dig in the dirt. Something about the smell, the touch, the way it feels and smells again after it gets wet. It’s invigorating. I and my sister spent time making potions with mud, leaves, sticks, and creating our languages. Our own universe in the backyard under the willow tree. My mom hanging fresh linens on the line, from the wash. My little sister was in all that with me then. I loved to nurture her. I enjoyed pretending I was her mom. I realize I couldn’t have done it without her. She was teaching me the stepping stones of being mom long before I had my son and my daughter. Even though her soul is elsewhere now I still don’t know how I could’ve gone through what I’ve gone through without her wisdom when we were little.
Don’t forget we’re all just complicated plants. You need sun and water, your wild self will thank you later.
You inspire me so much with your vulnerability. You don’t have to do this…to share the not so perfect pieces of your heart, but you continue to do so. I’m sure in part it is freeing & healing to not only write these deep, inner most thoughts down but to give them openly to the public. We can all relate to these feelings…of just being HUMAN.
Just know there’s so many people, especially me, rooting for your happiness…in life, in your career, & in love. And it all comes back to TRUST. Trusting you’re on the right path, trusting all the work you’re doing is resonating with people, trusting in all the beautiful things that make you…YOU. ✨ Reminders for all…
Dear Pamela, your words come just when I need them. I am beginning a healing journey from child sexual abuse that up until now I thought was just a reoccurring bad dream. This space feels so honest and beautiful and safe and I am so grateful for you and all the people here. ❤️ Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I really can't get over how timely all your writings are. When I feel I'm an island in myself, your articles put my angst into words that make me feel normal again. Thank you P🌷🥰
That poem spoke to my soul. After a big life change, I am square in the middle “I just don’t know”. Thank you for reminding that not only is it ok, it is showing everything that is possible—If I can just be still.
This is beautifully raw and honest. My heart is sending yours a warm embrace. Here's to becoming untamed! A few years ago, going though a rough patch, i wrote a version of this I want to share with you.
I know the sky still opens...even when I don’t look up.
I know silence can be medicine.
I know the wind touches my skin without asking who I’ve been.
I know stars burn for millions of years and never demand to be understood.
I know that breathing is enough sometimes…a soft agreement with existence.
I know grief is a teacher made of water, reshaping stone one drop at a time.
I know shame dissolves in light, not through answers but through compassion.
I know love hides in ordinary corners…a dog’s gaze, the warmth of tea, the courage to speak even one truth aloud.
I know we are being carried, every moment, by something vast and rhythmic.
It knows us, even when we don’t.
And I know... not knowing is its own kind of peace in motion.
this is also so beautifully worded .. thank you for sharing x🙏🏻
Beautiful poem - love it.
Dear P,
You are good enough, you matter and you are loved
🤍
This poem spoke to me, as I say all of those "I don't knows" pretty much all the time.
This is beautiful! I’ve spent so much time in solitude, working on myself. I recently met someone who loves that I have a wild side and to embrace it.
I couldn’t have said what you wrote any better, and I love the poem! ✨🌹💫💕🫶🫂♾️
I know you are a gentle soul P x
Makes me think of some beautiful lyrics….
“Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world
It's hard to get by just upon a smile
Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world
And I'll always remember you like a child, girl”
Digging in the dirt. I still love to dig in the dirt. Something about the smell, the touch, the way it feels and smells again after it gets wet. It’s invigorating. I and my sister spent time making potions with mud, leaves, sticks, and creating our languages. Our own universe in the backyard under the willow tree. My mom hanging fresh linens on the line, from the wash. My little sister was in all that with me then. I loved to nurture her. I enjoyed pretending I was her mom. I realize I couldn’t have done it without her. She was teaching me the stepping stones of being mom long before I had my son and my daughter. Even though her soul is elsewhere now I still don’t know how I could’ve gone through what I’ve gone through without her wisdom when we were little.
Don’t forget we’re all just complicated plants. You need sun and water, your wild self will thank you later.
“Blame it on my wild heart”-Stevie Nicks
You inspire me so much with your vulnerability. You don’t have to do this…to share the not so perfect pieces of your heart, but you continue to do so. I’m sure in part it is freeing & healing to not only write these deep, inner most thoughts down but to give them openly to the public. We can all relate to these feelings…of just being HUMAN.
Just know there’s so many people, especially me, rooting for your happiness…in life, in your career, & in love. And it all comes back to TRUST. Trusting you’re on the right path, trusting all the work you’re doing is resonating with people, trusting in all the beautiful things that make you…YOU. ✨ Reminders for all…
So much love for you, P! ♥️
Dear Pamela, your words come just when I need them. I am beginning a healing journey from child sexual abuse that up until now I thought was just a reoccurring bad dream. This space feels so honest and beautiful and safe and I am so grateful for you and all the people here. ❤️ Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
xo
I really can't get over how timely all your writings are. When I feel I'm an island in myself, your articles put my angst into words that make me feel normal again. Thank you P🌷🥰
I don’t know soo many things but right at this moment I do know two things for sure…. You are waaaayyy smarter than me and I love you P🥰
To the unknowable.
Good morning ☀️
Love this, it takes wisdom and experience to boldly and humbly declare what we don't know.
That poem spoke to my soul. After a big life change, I am square in the middle “I just don’t know”. Thank you for reminding that not only is it ok, it is showing everything that is possible—If I can just be still.
Love you, Pam 🤍
Many chapters of a fully lived life!!