I am a creek lover born of summers at my gramma’s cottage. Days were hikes with blackberries & snapping turtles, & when the sun went down & the stars came out, it meant campfire stories & roasting marshmallows.
I lost my mama 2 summers ago now & my grief remains very ‘alive.’ The way you’ve captured ‘grief as a creek-this alive source that is sometimes still, sometimes flowing; a reflection of life & sadness’- just so beautiful. ✨
Thanks for the kind words Colleen! I’m sad to hear about the loss of your mom. Really it was standing by the creek witnessing my wife grieve the loss of her grandma, this specific creek one they would walk by often, where the analogy sort of captured me rather than me capturing it. Also sounds like you should write about summers at your gramma’s if you haven’t already. I’m already envisioning the scene with your description here!
Grief was the theme of my post a week ago remembering all the angels I’ve lost and like the creek metaphor, you never know when a wave is going to hit you. I’ve subscribed, thank you.
This was beautiful.
I love your poem:
“A source & a kind of mystery.”
I am a creek lover born of summers at my gramma’s cottage. Days were hikes with blackberries & snapping turtles, & when the sun went down & the stars came out, it meant campfire stories & roasting marshmallows.
I lost my mama 2 summers ago now & my grief remains very ‘alive.’ The way you’ve captured ‘grief as a creek-this alive source that is sometimes still, sometimes flowing; a reflection of life & sadness’- just so beautiful. ✨
Thanks for the kind words Colleen! I’m sad to hear about the loss of your mom. Really it was standing by the creek witnessing my wife grieve the loss of her grandma, this specific creek one they would walk by often, where the analogy sort of captured me rather than me capturing it. Also sounds like you should write about summers at your gramma’s if you haven’t already. I’m already envisioning the scene with your description here!
Thank you for sharing that. And that difference of it capturing you. ✨ Condolences to your wife.
And yes- I think you are right. That would be a Rich source of inspiration. I’ve penned some scribble starts but not mined the potential.
Esp the creek!!! You’ve Really awoken this element. I used to collect rocks and my bothers and I would bathe in it before we got septic.
Thanks Again!! Happy to have stumbled on to your writing.
Thanks for being here!
Grief was the theme of my post a week ago remembering all the angels I’ve lost and like the creek metaphor, you never know when a wave is going to hit you. I’ve subscribed, thank you.
Couldn’t have said it better Cody! Thanks for reading and for the work you do.