Abbey, I finally made it back to finish this gorgeous, appropriately heart cracking and joyous piece and so glad I did. I have often held that humming word family like a lamp: humus, human, humility . . . humble—and written about it. A road map in the heart, a garden that is often passed over for the next shiny thing, a truth buried by falsehood and delusion. I love what you have done with it here.
Good one,Abbey. That Heschel-ing especially. How much murder is rooted in forgetting it is next year in Jerusalem not three more square miles and the holy land is ours.
Ok, this is really really good. But I am going to have to read it about three or four more times to fully savor all the goodness wrapped in these words. And, yeah, I will have to read it again between working in the garden and getting dirty knees, Yup, I still do.
Abbey, I finally made it back to finish this gorgeous, appropriately heart cracking and joyous piece and so glad I did. I have often held that humming word family like a lamp: humus, human, humility . . . humble—and written about it. A road map in the heart, a garden that is often passed over for the next shiny thing, a truth buried by falsehood and delusion. I love what you have done with it here.
And the Anne Hebert poem . . . 💖
Thank you
Thank you for reading with such attention and joy, Michelle. I sense a kindred spirit!
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Good one,Abbey. That Heschel-ing especially. How much murder is rooted in forgetting it is next year in Jerusalem not three more square miles and the holy land is ours.
Ouf.
Ok, this is really really good. But I am going to have to read it about three or four more times to fully savor all the goodness wrapped in these words. And, yeah, I will have to read it again between working in the garden and getting dirty knees, Yup, I still do.