Jos kynä on ollut niin terävä, että jää haukkomaan henkeään, niin ei paljon paremmin voisi olla. Kiitos! Niin, ei siihen ainakaan helppoa loppua yleensä ole, vaikka sitä niin paljon myydään. Ja silti, jossain odottaa jotain muuta. Silti.
Loved the 'setting it down gently' and other imagery. I also applaud the place 'you are' as the between the old and 'the unnamed next.' You could have gone elsewhere, but the strength of the piece is in where you took it. And your offer is beautiful.
This was one of those pieces that almost wrote itself. I had the image of the soup scene and followed the fog from there. Even writing about these in-between places feels like naming the unnamed.
I’m so glad it spoke to you. Thank you for reading with such care!
I needed to read this today, Elina -- I'm feeling in some weird middle place, it's either that or I'm at the end... a bit samey, circling, nothing exciting on the horizon, waking at 5 every morning with whirling thoughts (usually angry about something and then having a hundred conversations in my head, so no chance of sleep). But maybe it is just a waiting room... I'm a bit bored of it, though. They need better magazines, nice coffee machine. 😉
Ah Kay, you brought in the one thing that piece was missing—the boring. The fucking boring! The Pierces have a song called Boring. My life has never involved Dom Pérignon or Dolce & Gabbana (if you listen to the song, you'll know what I mean), but I used to listen to it on repeat. It really captured that feeling of nothing exciting on the horizon.
Thank you, Jayne! 🥰 Yes, there's hope, and there's always more, but I think the paradox of the middle land is that the less you lean on hope, and the more you accept the cloudy and soupy as it is, the sooner it disappears.
Oh, jäin ihan haukkomaan henkeä lukiessa. Ja pelkäsin että tässä on joku happy ending, kun oikeasti ei ole.
Jos kynä on ollut niin terävä, että jää haukkomaan henkeään, niin ei paljon paremmin voisi olla. Kiitos! Niin, ei siihen ainakaan helppoa loppua yleensä ole, vaikka sitä niin paljon myydään. Ja silti, jossain odottaa jotain muuta. Silti.
Ihan kuin olisit hetkisen vieraillut pääni sisällä. Paitsi että se on lammasfarmi.
Uskon että palaan tähän tekstiin vielä moneen kertaan.
Toivon, että se antaa tilaa jollekin sellaiselle äänelle, jonka täytyy tulla kuulluksi ❤️
Beautiful. I have tears. 💖 you’ve reached a heart place that’s familiar yet a little untended if late. Thank you, my friend 💟
Lisa, lovely you! That means the world to me! Thank you for reading with such a flucking full heart! ❤️❤️
Loved the 'setting it down gently' and other imagery. I also applaud the place 'you are' as the between the old and 'the unnamed next.' You could have gone elsewhere, but the strength of the piece is in where you took it. And your offer is beautiful.
This was one of those pieces that almost wrote itself. I had the image of the soup scene and followed the fog from there. Even writing about these in-between places feels like naming the unnamed.
I’m so glad it spoke to you. Thank you for reading with such care!
I needed to read this today, Elina -- I'm feeling in some weird middle place, it's either that or I'm at the end... a bit samey, circling, nothing exciting on the horizon, waking at 5 every morning with whirling thoughts (usually angry about something and then having a hundred conversations in my head, so no chance of sleep). But maybe it is just a waiting room... I'm a bit bored of it, though. They need better magazines, nice coffee machine. 😉
Ah Kay, you brought in the one thing that piece was missing—the boring. The fucking boring! The Pierces have a song called Boring. My life has never involved Dom Pérignon or Dolce & Gabbana (if you listen to the song, you'll know what I mean), but I used to listen to it on repeat. It really captured that feeling of nothing exciting on the horizon.
I’m so happy this touched you. Thank you ❤️❤️
I’ll check it out. I’m sure it will speak to me ❤️
I hope it does 😊 Or you might end up thinking “What’s this shit Elina was listening to” 🤭😂 You never know, music is so personal!
Haha. That’s so true. I do have odd tastes
Same here!
Lovely descriptions - your (multilingual) specialty. Cloudy and soupy, but with a clear views of hope 😊
Absolutely!
Thank you, Jayne! 🥰 Yes, there's hope, and there's always more, but I think the paradox of the middle land is that the less you lean on hope, and the more you accept the cloudy and soupy as it is, the sooner it disappears.
Very true, another of life's/our mind's neat little tricks…