YES!: 'My eyes are drawn to the slanted light, the horizontal lengthening light that moves across the shine dying leaves and I feel raw and seen—the space around my heart also made more open...' Thank you for putting this experience into your words.
Freya, I am so grateful for your words and pictures you share with us. So much is hidden from the eyes and held between the blankets of unknown that we might doubt the existence of the sublime, but such reassuring times of magic and connection brings much needed reassurance.
Times of transitions and spaces it creates are often painful but the most liberating experiences in human life. Like you said of the spaces they leave in their wake for birds to fly through- beautiful analogy. Thank you so much for traversing through this inner journey and letting us witness the beauty of it all. So much love to you 💜
This is so beautiful. It feels just yesterday I was reading your words about the melting of winter and now here we are, turning the corner to winter once again! My how this year went by so beautifully. My mom heart is holding so much space for yours! Sending so much love! Thank you for sharing your words with us.
So, so beautiful, Freya! I felt saturated with these colors while reading, and also a strong “yes!” of feeling a color — I sat in the pre-dawn the other day at the tire shop, on cold concrete, waiting for them to open so I could get my winter tires put on my car, and during that 90 minutes the sky slowly soaked in yellow, gold, and orange of sunrise and I in turn soaked in their textures and living jeweled brightness. Never enough, and always a reminder that nothing really ends.
What a gorgeous, rich reflection Freya. Colour is an important aspect in my life so this beautiful, expressive writing has made a deep impression.
(…Coincidentally, I’ve recently been listening to a song that was released a good few years ago – Colour by Pete Josef. Its simplicity always makes me feel good. Just thought I’d mention it…)
What a breathtaking and beautiful piece, Freya!! I could feel again how I felt when I walked my daughter and only child down the aisle to give her away at her wedding. So many emotions, and my heart was brimming over.
I love the thought of birds flying through us! This image is calming to me, both because I love birds, and I think they may leave behind some lovely wisdom on their way 🐦⬛
All these photos are spectacular!!🤩💖 I have never seen the Aurora, and can't imagine the magic!🩷💚 And I do feel colors, at various times. I will definitely think of yellow with more depth from now on!💛 You always enlighten me, and I am so thankful for you, Freya!!🙏🏻❤️
How gorgeous! I never knew about the yellow pauses in medieval texts. Thank you for sharing — now I’ll think of pausing to let things sink in when I see yellow. After all, doesn’t it mean slow down in the traffic light, too? Really gorgeous post. 💛💛💛
So, so beautiful Freya. I know I will come back to re-read this when my own son leaves home. In the meantime, it was a joy to be with you in that moment under the lights. 💫🧡❤️
I just want to say thank you for a special piece of writing. It has chimed in so many ways although my son’s fledging was 20 years ago! I have now fledged after completing an MA in Creative and critical writing rocking my student card and pension. As an artist I have always been freelance and now writing and the research I have always done have come to the fore. For two years I have researched and creatively explored the story of William Perth pilgrim murdered in a wood by Rochester Kent. He was found by a supposedly mad woman who crowned his head in honeysuckle. The following day she retrieved the crown , wire it and was healed. He became a saint and a shrine was built. He died in 1201. I am now pulling bits together to make one whole piece partly seen from the view of the woods. There is a lot in your wonderful writing to unpack for me thank you again
YES!: 'My eyes are drawn to the slanted light, the horizontal lengthening light that moves across the shine dying leaves and I feel raw and seen—the space around my heart also made more open...' Thank you for putting this experience into your words.
Thank you. 🌿💚
Freya, I am so grateful for your words and pictures you share with us. So much is hidden from the eyes and held between the blankets of unknown that we might doubt the existence of the sublime, but such reassuring times of magic and connection brings much needed reassurance.
Times of transitions and spaces it creates are often painful but the most liberating experiences in human life. Like you said of the spaces they leave in their wake for birds to fly through- beautiful analogy. Thank you so much for traversing through this inner journey and letting us witness the beauty of it all. So much love to you 💜
Beautiful Freya. Even without having had a child, I was moved to tears. Thank you for honouring this season of beginnings and endings.
I love everything about this post. I saved it to read until I had some quiet time and I am so glad I did. It felt like a feast. Thank you
Oh Freya this is so beautiful. Gave me goosebumps. You write so much that is in my heart and always with such eloquence and poetry.
Spaces, porous socialising, yellow, sons leaving home..... I would need to write a novel in response as so much to discuss on every one of these!
Instead I will just say Thank You. Love and Thoughts at this sensitive time of change and opening spaces.
Jo 💛
This is so beautiful. It feels just yesterday I was reading your words about the melting of winter and now here we are, turning the corner to winter once again! My how this year went by so beautifully. My mom heart is holding so much space for yours! Sending so much love! Thank you for sharing your words with us.
So, so beautiful, Freya! I felt saturated with these colors while reading, and also a strong “yes!” of feeling a color — I sat in the pre-dawn the other day at the tire shop, on cold concrete, waiting for them to open so I could get my winter tires put on my car, and during that 90 minutes the sky slowly soaked in yellow, gold, and orange of sunrise and I in turn soaked in their textures and living jeweled brightness. Never enough, and always a reminder that nothing really ends.
What a gorgeous, rich reflection Freya. Colour is an important aspect in my life so this beautiful, expressive writing has made a deep impression.
(…Coincidentally, I’ve recently been listening to a song that was released a good few years ago – Colour by Pete Josef. Its simplicity always makes me feel good. Just thought I’d mention it…)
What a breathtaking and beautiful piece, Freya!! I could feel again how I felt when I walked my daughter and only child down the aisle to give her away at her wedding. So many emotions, and my heart was brimming over.
I love the thought of birds flying through us! This image is calming to me, both because I love birds, and I think they may leave behind some lovely wisdom on their way 🐦⬛
All these photos are spectacular!!🤩💖 I have never seen the Aurora, and can't imagine the magic!🩷💚 And I do feel colors, at various times. I will definitely think of yellow with more depth from now on!💛 You always enlighten me, and I am so thankful for you, Freya!!🙏🏻❤️
Oh Freya this is fantastic. And I love knowing about the use of yellow!!
Beautiful, Freya. Letting go, and letting in, yes this.
Stunning 🤍
How gorgeous! I never knew about the yellow pauses in medieval texts. Thank you for sharing — now I’ll think of pausing to let things sink in when I see yellow. After all, doesn’t it mean slow down in the traffic light, too? Really gorgeous post. 💛💛💛
So, so beautiful Freya. I know I will come back to re-read this when my own son leaves home. In the meantime, it was a joy to be with you in that moment under the lights. 💫🧡❤️
I just want to say thank you for a special piece of writing. It has chimed in so many ways although my son’s fledging was 20 years ago! I have now fledged after completing an MA in Creative and critical writing rocking my student card and pension. As an artist I have always been freelance and now writing and the research I have always done have come to the fore. For two years I have researched and creatively explored the story of William Perth pilgrim murdered in a wood by Rochester Kent. He was found by a supposedly mad woman who crowned his head in honeysuckle. The following day she retrieved the crown , wire it and was healed. He became a saint and a shrine was built. He died in 1201. I am now pulling bits together to make one whole piece partly seen from the view of the woods. There is a lot in your wonderful writing to unpack for me thank you again