Ah if I was a word. I would softly tell you Joshua Bond that the dreams arrive in the spaces between. You don’t waste any words and leave us with a feeling. Few can say as much in so little. ❤️
Thank you Jamie. I guess the fewer the words, the fewer the spaces in between - so maybe the fewer the dreams but also maybe the more authentic they can aspire to.
Ah if I was a word. I would softly tell you Joshua Bond that the dreams arrive in the spaces between. You don’t waste any words and leave us with a feeling. Few can say as much in so little. ❤️
Thank you Jamie. I guess the fewer the words, the fewer the spaces in between - so maybe the fewer the dreams but also maybe the more authentic they can aspire to.
when words whisper their wisdom 💚🦉 🙏 ✨ the dreamer is reminded to 'let it be'...
"You children are not your children ..." -- the same with our children as words.
Sometimes few words can instill something far more profound than a thousand.
Thank you. Sometimes verbal distillation has one of those moments of uplifting connection.
Stopped me in my tracks.
Thank you; that says it all.
This is so good. I'm in that place right now, coaxing the agreement.
Perfect. 💜
Thank you. Heavenly inspiration comes once in a while, though it surely must be all around us all the time - could we but 'see' more authentically.
"...could we but ...." indeed. 💜
Hard to put a name to it. Bright page dreaming commands a rising metaphor... for a moment I dreamed Samuel Palmer's 'Bright Cloud'.
Saying that to a Manchester man (where when you opened a window you heard the birds cough) was a good move :)
You have the good way with words, whatever.
Much appreciated; seriously.
Might be alchemy?
Even if none of us can claim any philosopher's stone, naturally.
(They got out on the moors on Sunday if I remember the song.😊)