This is so beautiful. I can feel Greta in your words almost, lingering as you imagine yourself into her experiences. And such a tragic love story she lived.
Sometimes I go to - respect, honor, inclusion, warmth, boundaries - gifts I can share with my ancestors, my relationships and in doing so I end up remaking myself :)
I hold that belief, too, Roseanne. Anxiety and depression were so misunderstood 100 years ago. I feel for her deeply. Thank you for always reading through a lens of love and compassion.
Your post today helped me to remember that in the 1930’s or so, my Dad’s family was devastated by the Great Depression. The family says during that time, my paternal grandfather was institutionalized and died from “melancholia.” In today’s language, it was probably failure to thrive due to major depressive disorder. Your words today lead me to focus more on this gentle soul who was heartbroken that he could not provide for his wife and children. We send all those souls our deep love and gratitude.
Oh Ann. This is hauntingly beautiful. I am sipping out of my late grandmother’s mug this All Saint’s Day morning, having just woken from a dream about the moon-gazing in her backyard, and feeling so moved by your story of Greta. The melancholy, the forgotten lives, the otherworldly love. Thank you so much for sharing her story, your story. We all matter so much, and our stories both present and the past, are rich and deep and meant to be shared. May you have a holy microseason these next few days. 🤍
So beautifully expressed and presented, Ann. A wonderful reminder that we are all part of a continuum - passing through this life and leaving behind something of ourselves. You have a rare gift for communicating our shared humanity. Thank you.
What a gift. Thank you.
Kate, thank you! xo
Stories like these and how we work with them are do important! Thank you, Ann! 🍁🍂✨️🤎
Oh, thank you. This one has been whispering in my ear for weeks. 💛
This is so beautiful. I can feel Greta in your words almost, lingering as you imagine yourself into her experiences. And such a tragic love story she lived.
Thank you, Kimberly. She informs my sense of life as fleeting—urges me to savor every ordinary day. xo
Thank you for this. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve read and I read a lot
Extra love to you, dear Rob 💛
My heart hurts for this dear woman. Thank you for sharing her, and your, story with us. ❤️
Thank you for the gift of your heart. We are not alone across Time.❤️
There is no distance in the spirit.
Beautifully written. So sad that no one was able to support her through her grief.
I feel that too, Mary Ann. I hold her hand across Time.
Sometimes I go to - respect, honor, inclusion, warmth, boundaries - gifts I can share with my ancestors, my relationships and in doing so I end up remaking myself :)
So true! Isn’t it a wonder how we are all connected?
Very touching!
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@Miter thank you for sharing :-)
Fragments of her story…remembering her today…photographs…all so beautiful, Ann. Your words are incredible. Thank you!
Oh, Stella. I only have small shards, the tiniest hints of her story, but she is very much in my heart. Thank you for reading with such love.
Thank you for this remembrance, Ann. May all our dear souls rest peacefully. I'm believing that sweet Greta must have been a very loving woman. ♥️
I hold that belief, too, Roseanne. Anxiety and depression were so misunderstood 100 years ago. I feel for her deeply. Thank you for always reading through a lens of love and compassion.
Your post today helped me to remember that in the 1930’s or so, my Dad’s family was devastated by the Great Depression. The family says during that time, my paternal grandfather was institutionalized and died from “melancholia.” In today’s language, it was probably failure to thrive due to major depressive disorder. Your words today lead me to focus more on this gentle soul who was heartbroken that he could not provide for his wife and children. We send all those souls our deep love and gratitude.
Oh, we do, Roseanne. Thank you for sharing the story of your grandfather. May we hold our ancestors in great love and tenderness.
Thank you for sharing the story of your ancestor, Ann.
Neil, I owe her my life; it feels good to send her some love. Thanks so much for reading.
So kind of you to restack, Neil!
You're welcome Ann!
This is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing this little story with us!
Oh Ann. This is hauntingly beautiful. I am sipping out of my late grandmother’s mug this All Saint’s Day morning, having just woken from a dream about the moon-gazing in her backyard, and feeling so moved by your story of Greta. The melancholy, the forgotten lives, the otherworldly love. Thank you so much for sharing her story, your story. We all matter so much, and our stories both present and the past, are rich and deep and meant to be shared. May you have a holy microseason these next few days. 🤍
Oh Liz, thank you for receiving this with such deep understanding and sweetness. Love & Light to you for the coming season. ✨🕯️
Deeply sad. That we walk amongst those who only appear lost to us. They know exactly where they are. Thank you for this walk Ann.
Ron, you’re spot on. Thank goodness for your heart. I hope you’re staying safe and feeling loved. ❤️
Yes and yes! Thanks for kindness.
So beautifully expressed and presented, Ann. A wonderful reminder that we are all part of a continuum - passing through this life and leaving behind something of ourselves. You have a rare gift for communicating our shared humanity. Thank you.
Thanks so much for reading and walking with me, Glyn!