Oh Lisa, I have Wintering on my BTR list. So many books, so few shelves, and a desire to read them all! Blue skies make my heart sing, especially after multiple days of grey, colorless skies. Our winters in Texas sound similar to Australia. Never exceedingly cold, blues skies, and just enough grey days to make you appreciate the brilliant blue. Hoping you have more blue skies.
Love this piece Lisa...we are spirit sisters I think. Love the blue, the grey, the white & everything in between 💖 Roll on springtime in Ireland 🇮🇪 Great to be connected & a lovely piece of writing 🫶
You can add Canada to the list of subscribers you have. I enjoy your newsletter, your poetry and your photography. I added Wintering to our One Mind book list.
I grew up in Michigan, where we got three or four months of overcast, gray skies every winter. It was depressing. At age 36, I moved to North Carolina, where the skies are often blue in the much milder winters.
Sounds like a good move, Mark! The first winter I was here we had so much sun. Totally not normal 😂 One winter since then we had 15 minutes sun in 2 and a half months - that was tough!
And your latest post’s title was cool because I’d just been thinking about writing something about silence, not being golden but something else and remembered a poem I wrote called Silence is Silver and Gold!! Freaky!
When we are down, we always look up, to the sky, to the blue divine, to save us sunk from above.
Friendly regards from Nicaragua, heavily sanctioned, where I scrape by at the Gates of Hell, the Masaya Volcano, at the very bleeding heart of Central America. Hell, sweet hell, err, home. I meant home, sweet hell!
I have decided to chime in with something transcendentally relevant. Enjoy, you do not have to pledge anything, my efforts are always free.
Left to my own devices and salivating in the tropical scorcher, in the erupting drought season, the promised $20 bill of rights rain has not even started yet for me here on Subtract. It seems like nobody´s gold pennies can reach my flying BullShip skyhigh. Yet I stay working Job, patience is my virtue upon the rack, tried, drawn, and quartered as vice driven through the rusty nails of my faith .... until I, one-armed, cannot carry my heavy cross anymore.
Substack is the greatest platform where I can share my massive varied witing stuff. I have quite a few posts already here with 60 subscribers and growing every day as people are finally noticing my stranded S.O.S. sign on the beach! Thank God, thanks to you good people. God bless you!
Oh Lisa, I have Wintering on my BTR list. So many books, so few shelves, and a desire to read them all! Blue skies make my heart sing, especially after multiple days of grey, colorless skies. Our winters in Texas sound similar to Australia. Never exceedingly cold, blues skies, and just enough grey days to make you appreciate the brilliant blue. Hoping you have more blue skies.
Love this piece Lisa...we are spirit sisters I think. Love the blue, the grey, the white & everything in between 💖 Roll on springtime in Ireland 🇮🇪 Great to be connected & a lovely piece of writing 🫶
I didn’t know that. As large as Canada is, I’ve never been to Edmonton myself.
You can add Canada to the list of subscribers you have. I enjoy your newsletter, your poetry and your photography. I added Wintering to our One Mind book list.
I grew up in Michigan, where we got three or four months of overcast, gray skies every winter. It was depressing. At age 36, I moved to North Carolina, where the skies are often blue in the much milder winters.
Sounds like a good move, Mark! The first winter I was here we had so much sun. Totally not normal 😂 One winter since then we had 15 minutes sun in 2 and a half months - that was tough!
And your latest post’s title was cool because I’d just been thinking about writing something about silence, not being golden but something else and remembered a poem I wrote called Silence is Silver and Gold!! Freaky!
When we are down, we always look up, to the sky, to the blue divine, to save us sunk from above.
Friendly regards from Nicaragua, heavily sanctioned, where I scrape by at the Gates of Hell, the Masaya Volcano, at the very bleeding heart of Central America. Hell, sweet hell, err, home. I meant home, sweet hell!
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/at-the-gates-of-hell
I have decided to chime in with something transcendentally relevant. Enjoy, you do not have to pledge anything, my efforts are always free.
Left to my own devices and salivating in the tropical scorcher, in the erupting drought season, the promised $20 bill of rights rain has not even started yet for me here on Subtract. It seems like nobody´s gold pennies can reach my flying BullShip skyhigh. Yet I stay working Job, patience is my virtue upon the rack, tried, drawn, and quartered as vice driven through the rusty nails of my faith .... until I, one-armed, cannot carry my heavy cross anymore.
Substack is the greatest platform where I can share my massive varied witing stuff. I have quite a few posts already here with 60 subscribers and growing every day as people are finally noticing my stranded S.O.S. sign on the beach! Thank God, thanks to you good people. God bless you!
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/rome-never-fell-the-empire-never
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/oh-zero-i-just-cant-quit-you
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/frost-reloaded
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/lady-gaga-and-czechwizard-at-it
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/the-lords-prayer-there-is-more