You need oxygen to make gunpowder burn. OH.MY.GODDDDD 🤯
yes, it’s a mom- blog, but mothers g is hard and human and full of so much - pain, growth, exhaustion. All the heart-exploding stuff. I am so excited to read it.
“This is the work of a lifetime” THIS! This is the stuff. I love your new logo. It feels more personal, like I’m arriving at your doorstep and you’re welcoming me with open arms and that brilliant lit up heart is saying, “We’ve been waiting for you.”
Rotten heart. I always think of what you do: compost the flowers that expire on your kitchen table. Composting heart. May we all be as free as you are!
Oh my goodness! Can you believe I've never made that connection, even though I marvel at the beauty of my wilting flowers every single day? I even love the way the big compost barrel smells, sour and filled with life, that edge where decomposition becomes something so rich and new.
Isabel! I missed reading your beautiful pieces. They always intertwine poetry and pragmatism. Your feet are on the ground, your head among the stars. Our heart can go through so much. It can crack, splinter, and even explode, but it is filled with an extraordinary capacity for regeneration. It comes back stronger, it even strengthens in pain. Thank you for this text through which one senses your exultation, but also the experiences you are eager to share, through your wonderful writing.
HOORAY! So glad you are here. I am always so grateful for your reflections and insights. Glad to be on this journey of regeneration with you, even with the miles between us!
You need oxygen to make gunpowder burn. OH.MY.GODDDDD 🤯
yes, it’s a mom- blog, but mothers g is hard and human and full of so much - pain, growth, exhaustion. All the heart-exploding stuff. I am so excited to read it.
And more importantly... it's a blog about how we re-mother ourselves, if we're lucky. Frankly, these kids are just pawns in my self-actualization :)
Bwahahahahaaaaa yes. To quote slash translate from my father in law’s Arabic, ‘children raise us’
That's it, exactly.
Yep. Yep yep yep this will be the writing that fills my cup with every passing season
Truly, thanks. And truly, same.
“This is the work of a lifetime” THIS! This is the stuff. I love your new logo. It feels more personal, like I’m arriving at your doorstep and you’re welcoming me with open arms and that brilliant lit up heart is saying, “We’ve been waiting for you.”
Oh my gosh, I am so glad that's how it hit you. Just a warm, sulfur-scented embrace at my cyber doorstep.
Catholic iconography is burned into my being as cozy and welcoming. Sacred hearts forever ❤️🔥
Not that anything about your logo is Catholic btw!!! It’s just where my insides go when I see lines coming out of a heart.
Oh, it is TOTALLY Catholic. I can't shake that deep learning. Sacred hearts forever. Just... with some punk and sass.
"now that he has no body, the love passes between us like liquid gold. " i have experienced the same thing since my father's passing. <3
Thank you, Elizabeth for letting me know! I can't wait to explore this feeling, especially now that I know I'm not alone :)
Boom boom boom 💥 Greatness is ahead!!!
I can’t FREAKING wait!
Girl, THANKS!
This feels…right. Idk how else to say it. But an exploding heart is an open heart with the power to heal many. Thank you Isabel for your bravery🧨❤️🔥🧨
It is easy to be brave when I feel so generously received. Thank YOU!
Loving the new imagery! Powerful. Looking forward to reading your words as they unfold. Have a beautiful summer xxx
Thank you, Lauren. And also: PODCAST, yes please!
Oh yes yes!!! It’s a bit on pause for the summer but planning a revival in the autumn. Xx
That sounds exactly right.
Rotten heart. I always think of what you do: compost the flowers that expire on your kitchen table. Composting heart. May we all be as free as you are!
Oh my goodness! Can you believe I've never made that connection, even though I marvel at the beauty of my wilting flowers every single day? I even love the way the big compost barrel smells, sour and filled with life, that edge where decomposition becomes something so rich and new.
We are all ultimately compost.
Looking forward to those topics, Isabel. Happy Fourth!
Thank you, David! I so appreciate your support.
Isabel! I missed reading your beautiful pieces. They always intertwine poetry and pragmatism. Your feet are on the ground, your head among the stars. Our heart can go through so much. It can crack, splinter, and even explode, but it is filled with an extraordinary capacity for regeneration. It comes back stronger, it even strengthens in pain. Thank you for this text through which one senses your exultation, but also the experiences you are eager to share, through your wonderful writing.
HOORAY! So glad you are here. I am always so grateful for your reflections and insights. Glad to be on this journey of regeneration with you, even with the miles between us!
Isabel, looking forward excitedly to your aftermaths. xo
MY AFTERMATHS! Gosh I wish I'd said that myself.
Happy Fireworks 🤩🤩😍🤠
And to you, Eric!! Looking forward to more Santa Fe musings soon!
Thanks, Isabel!!!! Have u seen my other Substack: https://erictrules.substack.com ?
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I can't wait Isabel, but I will enjoy the anticipation.
That's exactly how I feel!!! So glad to have you here.
WOW! 💣💥 Count me IN!
Beth, THANK YOU! I'm so glad you're here with me!!
I am ready and excited! Especially ready for the dad story! (for obvious reasons!)
I hope I can do the man justice, although it's going to take the rest of my life's reflections to make him fully come alive.