I wanted to say hello, from one Wednesday’s child to another. A similar moment of being trapped and having to face the internal terrors was the turning point in my healing journey though at that time I could only feel the crushing fear. Sending you lots of good wishes and love!
Hi Priya, I appreciate your share so much and particularly your perspective as another Wednesday’s Child. While the journey has had intensely difficult phases, like you mentioned, it warms my heart to know about the resonances we’ve shared on our paths. And I believe that’s why I love your writing and find myself always drawn to the themes you explore!
This is such a gorgeous piece Suyin 😭😭 I don’t quite have the words to convey my reflections and emotions right now but I feel you and see you and love you so much - thank you for sharing your story with such power and vulnerability 🤍
Dear Aaliyah, the heartfelt way that you’ve read and shared with me on this piece truly means the world to me! I’m so grateful and uplifted by your love, and the way that I feel held and seen by you in so many ways. Thank you for being such an important part of my journey and my community! :’)
Your reflection on identity and the stories that shape us is profoundly insightful, as always. The way you explore your experience as Wednesday’s child reveals the tension between the expectations imposed to us by our family and the desire to carve out our own identity. It’s touching to see how your mother’s disappointment in your assigned fate contrasts with your eventual embrace of that identity. I always love how you write about the complex layers of familial love and pressure.
The metaphor of stinging nettle is particularly striking, representing both the invisible scars we carry and the deeper emotional wounds that shape our journey. Your childhood aversion to sensory pain beautifully parallels your later emotional experiences, revealing how pain can manifest in different forms throughout our lives. The transformation of that pain into a source of creative inspiration speaks to your resilience and capacity for growth🥲
Your decision to shift from a career in law to a creative path and your commitment to authenticity is such an inspiration to me!
The connection you make to the Valkyries deepens the narrative, and the way you link your journey of self-discovery to themes of choice, transformation, and the cyclical nature of life is so so wonderful! Your exploration of language and imagination as tools for freedom and personal growth beautifully illustrates how you’ve reclaimed your narrative and I’m, too, so proud of you!
I really loved your reflections on the stories that shape us, especially the mention of the fairy tales. The connection you made between your experiences and the themes found in those tales is beautiful. It’s fascinating how you’ve woven these narratives together, and it’s such an ode to the power of storytelling in understanding our own identities. I love how we share this love for fairy tales and I can’t wait to see how you further work with them in your writing🤍
This whole piece serves as a testament to the complexity of human experience, and reminds me that while our past shapes us, it does not define us. I look forward to seeing how you continue to weave these themes together in your writing and how your journey unfolds as you embrace the fullness of your identity. Reading this has been such a journey and I feel like I need to come back to it to appreciate it fully❤️ thank you for always sharing your heart!
My dear Nadia, always I find that words can’t express how profoundly your reflections on my writing move me. Every word you’ve shared here, your insights and the connections you weave between themes and ideas in my writing are truly such a healing balm for me! :’)
The way you understand and express the complexity, the layers, and the nuances associated with all these themes means so much to me. I feel transformed by the way you trace the idea and journey of the stinging nettles, pain, and creative resilience – it resonates so much and I will always carry that with me – thank you!
I love your reflection on the Valkyries too, and it’s beautiful to be able to speak with you in the language of fairytales, storytelling, journeys of growth and return, and reclaiming our personal stories – I feel like we need days to discuss everything I would love to on this. I’m so excited to see the unfurling of all your own work and writing with fairytales and myths too, and to keep sharing, exchanging and working on this together, taking it in every different direction. It was a blessing to be part of your beautiful workshop on this topic!
I’m honoured by all that you have experienced and taken the time to share with me – thank you always! <3 <3
I‘m in awe about your writing and filled with hope for us who have been hurt and not seen, to shape ourselves and our lives while transforming our inner world into some sort of complex map showing our part of the cosmos through space and time, something some might call ‚art‘. Thank you from my heart for doing this. If we can keep going (not always everyday, but after all) it becomes clear again and again that there is so much more than pain, and still pain stays a part of us, that we choose to embrace like we wanted to be embraced when we weren’t🤍
Anna, your beautiful words and ideas here leave me so touched and lit up at the same time – I’m so grateful and honoured to be on this journey of creative excavation and alchemy with you. A complex map of our inner world showing our part in the cosmos through time and space – that is a dazzling and heartwarming idea that brings me so much hope and comfort. I can’t wait to continue our discussions, and to explore and co-create different flavours of magic from the pain, and in doing so, honouring how the pain itself has protected us and taught us about who we really are, how special it is to so deeply feel life and to love <3 <3 <3
Thank you so much for reading and being here, Natalie! I appreciate your words and your share, and I’m so glad we crossed paths, and that I have the chance to read more of your writing too!
I had never heard about dock leaves before, and now that I’ve looked them up, I’m so curious about them and also how they might taste. Thank you so much for reading and sharing, Chenni! I appreciate you being here.
Every time your words reach me, it is such a profound journey. This piece captures the process of transformation in such an incredible way.
The poem was absolutely stunning, I mean a bouquet of scars cascading like a waterfall?? So beautiful. It made me imagine how living a life creates fractures and fissures in the earth of our internal landscape, but that through continuing to live and allowing ourselves to cry and create, these ravines fill with water and become sweeping waterways. They hydrate us, they become us.
I loved the symbolism of the swan, the seamstress and the dress. It reminded me that we are who we are, who made us and who we want to be, all at the same time. The stinging nettles reminded me that we are even that which enlivens and transforms us.
The imagery of fire and seeds is so close to my heart and looking to the paradoxes of nature really does help us understand the paradoxes of our lives. Your wonderful words made me remember that we don’t need to be afraid of the fire and the Porto rains that extinguished your fear make me remember that our inherent nature always responds at the appropriate time.
Ultimately I think what I will walk away contemplating after this amazing lyrical flash memoir is imagination (a topic we share a passion about). Raising the question of what is possible after what happens to us is so empowering and something I will be sitting with.
Imagination is the realm where we can create our own story and for that I’ll always be grateful and continue to make space to daydream.
I am so glad that you are Wednesday’s child, because I feel as though it has gifted you with the power to alchemise life into words and stories that burn a new path forward, just as the forest foretold as it surrounded you like an inescapable mirror saying, “You are the fire, let it burn.”
Dear Jennae, I teared up reading what you wrote, and the poetry with which you captured the essence of life – “living a life creates fractures and fissures in the earth of our internal landscape, but through continuing to live and allowing ourselves to cry and create, these ravines fill with water and become sweeping waterways. They hydrate us, they become us.” This is so incredibly beautiful and I feel nourished and healed even by reading your words – thank you!
Yes absolutely, I love the multitudes of self you mentioned – we are who we are, who made us, and who we want to be – our past, present, and our future, all at once. And what you said about the paradoxes of nature and how we have it in our inherent nature to respond as needed at the appropriate time is exactly the essence I intended to capture in writing about the fires and the rains – it’s beautiful to know how this resonated for you too. I love all this builds on our conversations about the power of imagination too – it’s magical to see where our discussions have led us.
Your closing words are like such a warm hug to me – thank you for celebrating my journey as Wednesday’s child, it means the world. And how inspiring is the way you captured it – “you are the fire, let it burn”. I will always carry this with me, and I’m so grateful for you :') <3 <3
You are loved, you are brave, and you are strong. I know you mentioned that this was one of your most vulnerable pieces, but even so, I wasn’t prepared to feel your words so powerfully. You came out through the other side of the fire, and as you mentioned, you built a map to navigate the darkness of that world. Few people would do that, most would come out of that fire and try very hard to avoid understanding it. You give me, and I am sure many others, hope that we can build similar maps for our own inner journeys.
Although my story is different, I can relate to feeling the weight on me as a child of an immigrant mother. The pressure to succeed.. by their definition of success. At the same time their definition of success was vague and so I had to figure it out. I took out a heavy loan when I kept bargaining with my inner child, the one who just wished to create, sketch and just be. Do I blame you for escaping your home country? Absolutely not, I can relate to that feeling of having to run. You have stopped running and are embracing your gifts. That in itself, calls for a celebration. May you continue to find healing in your art, and may you continue to inspire others. As usual, I feel like there is so much more I can say, but maybe one day the rest of the words will come in the right time and space.
Thank you, Suyin, for sharing your heart in this space.
Helen, thank you so, so much for this beautiful note and for sharing your reflections and your own experiences. It moves me deeply to read what you said about how it gives hope for others to build similar maps for their own inner journeys – this feels like a gift I am receiving, and it means everything.
My heart goes out to your inner child too, for having had to enter into difficult bargains, and for all those experiences in life where we’ve had to ask so much more than our inner child was able to bear, without us knowing at the time. But I feel so strongly, from having the honour to witness your art and writing, and from our conversations, that our inner child and all her gifts have always stayed with us, waiting for us to embrace and express them all fully. In the same way, I celebrate this in you too, and I’m grateful that we have the chance to inspire and encourage each other in this way.
Our conversations have a special place in my life, and I’m looking forward to continuing them with you! Thank you always for being here and for your friendship <3
Always amazing and poignant, Suyin. I've had that same Annie Ernaux quote saved in my notes for ages, too. You captured the struggle for unconditional love and acceptance so well, and your story of how you burst into tears at being told someone was proud of you hit me hard. I don't remember my parents ever telling me they were proud of me when I was growing up, though they did eventually.
Thank you for writing. Your words speak so deeply to me.
Thank you so much for reading, and for all your expansive and encouraging words as always, Tiffany. I cherish them so much, just as I cherish all that you share in your writing too. It makes me feel deeply to hear that you had such a parallel experience to what I described.
Knowing that you have kept close to you the same quote from Annie Ernaux all this time also feels bittersweet, as it makes me think about the experiences we’ve had that have made that quote true for us, and yet there is something that feels almost like a miracle and a gift, that those same experiences led us to be here today sharing words that help others feel alone <3
Words have meaning and I find myself becoming more conscious of that now that I'm a mother. I often tell E how perfect she is, how gorgeous, how kind and basically all the beautiful things you tell someone you love. And then we jokingly remind each other that we won’t be able to say a lot of those things to her when she's older so she doesn't think that beauty is what makes her worthy, or that she HAS to be perfect to be loved...
This journey that you have taken us on - this running thread of stinging nettle, fires, words that weave a story of loss, disappointment and yet the success (YOUR SUCCESS) when sometimes all we want is approval from our root, from where we came from - from those who gave us life. It’s hard. This part in particular stuck with me: “A memory comes to me of my 26 year old self crying in the shower, telling myself that if I ever had a child (which I didn’t think I wanted to, and still don’t), I would do anything I could to make sure they never felt the pain of experiencing conditionality in a parent’s love.”
Also, I adore that album by Damien Rice! And I was born on a Saturday, along with my daughter.
Thank you so much, Joscelyne, for reading and for your thought-provoking reflections, especially on the meaning and power of words. It’s so beautiful and moving to hear your perspective as a mother and how conscious and intentional you are with your words to E – I feel also that in some ways, unconditional love can be felt by those who receive it, regardless of, or even despite, words, because the heart always knows. And I have no doubt that your love for E is felt by her even beyond words, and it gives her such a resilient foundation, such nourished roots.
So happy to hear you’re a fellow lover of Damien Rice! And it feels really special to know that you and E were both born on a Saturday. I value your share so much, thank you for being here <3
Thank you so much, Gala, for reading and for your kind words. It made me reflect on how the practice of publicly sharing my writing over time has also deepened my ability to be honest with myself, and this is something that I then feel the need to express wherever and however I am expressing myself.
I’m so grateful for readers like you, who are the reason I get to feel safe to express as I feel called to, and also for writers like you, who inspire me always with the power of your own honesty and vulnerability. Thank you for being here! <3
Your words made me tear up a few times. They touched right to my heart. Some parts I relate to personally, and some parts I feel for you because you have such a vivid way with words.
I remember this day of the week poem too from my childhood; back then, nobody read to me, so I stumbled upon it somehow among books, and I was very excited to find out which day I was born. I asked my parents, and as they usually were, they did not know. So, once again, I had to take matters into my own hands to find out. I dug through the pile of outdated diaries (which my dad used to get for free every year but were never used), found the year I was born in, and flipped through while holding my breath to my birthday.....
I was born on a Sunday, and I was happy. Life was simple back then.
Rachel, it is so precious to receive your words and to have the honour of you reading my writing with such care and thought, always. The story you shared left me with such a depth of emotion – I could imagine you in your childhood and the journey you went on by yourself to arrive at the knowing you were born on Sunday, and the child’s happiness you felt.
Even though life becomes less simple as we grow and age, I like to think that happiness, however it may find us, will always feel profoundly simple in its experience even if not always in our ability to access it.
Thank you so much for being here and for the poignant and poetic shares you always gift to me <3
My pleasure Suyin, it's also your ability to draw them out of me :)
I agree that in essence all happiness is actually simple; it's our inability to recognize or like you say access it after we grew up. I try often to connect with my inner child again.
What an incredible piece Suyin 👏 and thank you sharing this reflection with us! I now understand better why you have a connection with Mercury.
I can’t even imagine what it is like to face the heavy pressure and expectations from family, but it seems like you were the one chosen to break free from the chains and karmic pattern. Bravo, you are a strong and powerful woman who found her path to love and happiness and I am so proud of you 🤍🙌
I wanted to say hello, from one Wednesday’s child to another. A similar moment of being trapped and having to face the internal terrors was the turning point in my healing journey though at that time I could only feel the crushing fear. Sending you lots of good wishes and love!
Hi Priya, I appreciate your share so much and particularly your perspective as another Wednesday’s Child. While the journey has had intensely difficult phases, like you mentioned, it warms my heart to know about the resonances we’ve shared on our paths. And I believe that’s why I love your writing and find myself always drawn to the themes you explore!
This is such a gorgeous piece Suyin 😭😭 I don’t quite have the words to convey my reflections and emotions right now but I feel you and see you and love you so much - thank you for sharing your story with such power and vulnerability 🤍
Dear Aaliyah, the heartfelt way that you’ve read and shared with me on this piece truly means the world to me! I’m so grateful and uplifted by your love, and the way that I feel held and seen by you in so many ways. Thank you for being such an important part of my journey and my community! :’)
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Wauw so beautifully written! Thank you for sharing this. It was a pleasure to read <3
Thank you so much, dear Rosa! It means so much to me that you are here, and I really appreciate your words!
My dear Suyin,
Your reflection on identity and the stories that shape us is profoundly insightful, as always. The way you explore your experience as Wednesday’s child reveals the tension between the expectations imposed to us by our family and the desire to carve out our own identity. It’s touching to see how your mother’s disappointment in your assigned fate contrasts with your eventual embrace of that identity. I always love how you write about the complex layers of familial love and pressure.
The metaphor of stinging nettle is particularly striking, representing both the invisible scars we carry and the deeper emotional wounds that shape our journey. Your childhood aversion to sensory pain beautifully parallels your later emotional experiences, revealing how pain can manifest in different forms throughout our lives. The transformation of that pain into a source of creative inspiration speaks to your resilience and capacity for growth🥲
Your decision to shift from a career in law to a creative path and your commitment to authenticity is such an inspiration to me!
The connection you make to the Valkyries deepens the narrative, and the way you link your journey of self-discovery to themes of choice, transformation, and the cyclical nature of life is so so wonderful! Your exploration of language and imagination as tools for freedom and personal growth beautifully illustrates how you’ve reclaimed your narrative and I’m, too, so proud of you!
I really loved your reflections on the stories that shape us, especially the mention of the fairy tales. The connection you made between your experiences and the themes found in those tales is beautiful. It’s fascinating how you’ve woven these narratives together, and it’s such an ode to the power of storytelling in understanding our own identities. I love how we share this love for fairy tales and I can’t wait to see how you further work with them in your writing🤍
This whole piece serves as a testament to the complexity of human experience, and reminds me that while our past shapes us, it does not define us. I look forward to seeing how you continue to weave these themes together in your writing and how your journey unfolds as you embrace the fullness of your identity. Reading this has been such a journey and I feel like I need to come back to it to appreciate it fully❤️ thank you for always sharing your heart!
My dear Nadia, always I find that words can’t express how profoundly your reflections on my writing move me. Every word you’ve shared here, your insights and the connections you weave between themes and ideas in my writing are truly such a healing balm for me! :’)
The way you understand and express the complexity, the layers, and the nuances associated with all these themes means so much to me. I feel transformed by the way you trace the idea and journey of the stinging nettles, pain, and creative resilience – it resonates so much and I will always carry that with me – thank you!
I love your reflection on the Valkyries too, and it’s beautiful to be able to speak with you in the language of fairytales, storytelling, journeys of growth and return, and reclaiming our personal stories – I feel like we need days to discuss everything I would love to on this. I’m so excited to see the unfurling of all your own work and writing with fairytales and myths too, and to keep sharing, exchanging and working on this together, taking it in every different direction. It was a blessing to be part of your beautiful workshop on this topic!
I’m honoured by all that you have experienced and taken the time to share with me – thank you always! <3 <3
I‘m in awe about your writing and filled with hope for us who have been hurt and not seen, to shape ourselves and our lives while transforming our inner world into some sort of complex map showing our part of the cosmos through space and time, something some might call ‚art‘. Thank you from my heart for doing this. If we can keep going (not always everyday, but after all) it becomes clear again and again that there is so much more than pain, and still pain stays a part of us, that we choose to embrace like we wanted to be embraced when we weren’t🤍
Anna, your beautiful words and ideas here leave me so touched and lit up at the same time – I’m so grateful and honoured to be on this journey of creative excavation and alchemy with you. A complex map of our inner world showing our part in the cosmos through time and space – that is a dazzling and heartwarming idea that brings me so much hope and comfort. I can’t wait to continue our discussions, and to explore and co-create different flavours of magic from the pain, and in doing so, honouring how the pain itself has protected us and taught us about who we really are, how special it is to so deeply feel life and to love <3 <3 <3
yes!!! 1000 times yes!
Incredible. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much for reading and being here, Natalie! I appreciate your words and your share, and I’m so glad we crossed paths, and that I have the chance to read more of your writing too!
Did you know that the antidote to stinging nettle is a dock leaf?
Thank you for sharing, I loved reading
I had never heard about dock leaves before, and now that I’ve looked them up, I’m so curious about them and also how they might taste. Thank you so much for reading and sharing, Chenni! I appreciate you being here.
Suyin,
Every time your words reach me, it is such a profound journey. This piece captures the process of transformation in such an incredible way.
The poem was absolutely stunning, I mean a bouquet of scars cascading like a waterfall?? So beautiful. It made me imagine how living a life creates fractures and fissures in the earth of our internal landscape, but that through continuing to live and allowing ourselves to cry and create, these ravines fill with water and become sweeping waterways. They hydrate us, they become us.
I loved the symbolism of the swan, the seamstress and the dress. It reminded me that we are who we are, who made us and who we want to be, all at the same time. The stinging nettles reminded me that we are even that which enlivens and transforms us.
The imagery of fire and seeds is so close to my heart and looking to the paradoxes of nature really does help us understand the paradoxes of our lives. Your wonderful words made me remember that we don’t need to be afraid of the fire and the Porto rains that extinguished your fear make me remember that our inherent nature always responds at the appropriate time.
Ultimately I think what I will walk away contemplating after this amazing lyrical flash memoir is imagination (a topic we share a passion about). Raising the question of what is possible after what happens to us is so empowering and something I will be sitting with.
Imagination is the realm where we can create our own story and for that I’ll always be grateful and continue to make space to daydream.
I am so glad that you are Wednesday’s child, because I feel as though it has gifted you with the power to alchemise life into words and stories that burn a new path forward, just as the forest foretold as it surrounded you like an inescapable mirror saying, “You are the fire, let it burn.”
Dear Jennae, I teared up reading what you wrote, and the poetry with which you captured the essence of life – “living a life creates fractures and fissures in the earth of our internal landscape, but through continuing to live and allowing ourselves to cry and create, these ravines fill with water and become sweeping waterways. They hydrate us, they become us.” This is so incredibly beautiful and I feel nourished and healed even by reading your words – thank you!
Yes absolutely, I love the multitudes of self you mentioned – we are who we are, who made us, and who we want to be – our past, present, and our future, all at once. And what you said about the paradoxes of nature and how we have it in our inherent nature to respond as needed at the appropriate time is exactly the essence I intended to capture in writing about the fires and the rains – it’s beautiful to know how this resonated for you too. I love all this builds on our conversations about the power of imagination too – it’s magical to see where our discussions have led us.
Your closing words are like such a warm hug to me – thank you for celebrating my journey as Wednesday’s child, it means the world. And how inspiring is the way you captured it – “you are the fire, let it burn”. I will always carry this with me, and I’m so grateful for you :') <3 <3
Suyin,
You are loved, you are brave, and you are strong. I know you mentioned that this was one of your most vulnerable pieces, but even so, I wasn’t prepared to feel your words so powerfully. You came out through the other side of the fire, and as you mentioned, you built a map to navigate the darkness of that world. Few people would do that, most would come out of that fire and try very hard to avoid understanding it. You give me, and I am sure many others, hope that we can build similar maps for our own inner journeys.
Although my story is different, I can relate to feeling the weight on me as a child of an immigrant mother. The pressure to succeed.. by their definition of success. At the same time their definition of success was vague and so I had to figure it out. I took out a heavy loan when I kept bargaining with my inner child, the one who just wished to create, sketch and just be. Do I blame you for escaping your home country? Absolutely not, I can relate to that feeling of having to run. You have stopped running and are embracing your gifts. That in itself, calls for a celebration. May you continue to find healing in your art, and may you continue to inspire others. As usual, I feel like there is so much more I can say, but maybe one day the rest of the words will come in the right time and space.
Thank you, Suyin, for sharing your heart in this space.
Helen, thank you so, so much for this beautiful note and for sharing your reflections and your own experiences. It moves me deeply to read what you said about how it gives hope for others to build similar maps for their own inner journeys – this feels like a gift I am receiving, and it means everything.
My heart goes out to your inner child too, for having had to enter into difficult bargains, and for all those experiences in life where we’ve had to ask so much more than our inner child was able to bear, without us knowing at the time. But I feel so strongly, from having the honour to witness your art and writing, and from our conversations, that our inner child and all her gifts have always stayed with us, waiting for us to embrace and express them all fully. In the same way, I celebrate this in you too, and I’m grateful that we have the chance to inspire and encourage each other in this way.
Our conversations have a special place in my life, and I’m looking forward to continuing them with you! Thank you always for being here and for your friendship <3
Thank you so much for kind words! I feel like our inner children are cheering us on =)
Always amazing and poignant, Suyin. I've had that same Annie Ernaux quote saved in my notes for ages, too. You captured the struggle for unconditional love and acceptance so well, and your story of how you burst into tears at being told someone was proud of you hit me hard. I don't remember my parents ever telling me they were proud of me when I was growing up, though they did eventually.
Thank you for writing. Your words speak so deeply to me.
Thank you so much for reading, and for all your expansive and encouraging words as always, Tiffany. I cherish them so much, just as I cherish all that you share in your writing too. It makes me feel deeply to hear that you had such a parallel experience to what I described.
Knowing that you have kept close to you the same quote from Annie Ernaux all this time also feels bittersweet, as it makes me think about the experiences we’ve had that have made that quote true for us, and yet there is something that feels almost like a miracle and a gift, that those same experiences led us to be here today sharing words that help others feel alone <3
Words have meaning and I find myself becoming more conscious of that now that I'm a mother. I often tell E how perfect she is, how gorgeous, how kind and basically all the beautiful things you tell someone you love. And then we jokingly remind each other that we won’t be able to say a lot of those things to her when she's older so she doesn't think that beauty is what makes her worthy, or that she HAS to be perfect to be loved...
This journey that you have taken us on - this running thread of stinging nettle, fires, words that weave a story of loss, disappointment and yet the success (YOUR SUCCESS) when sometimes all we want is approval from our root, from where we came from - from those who gave us life. It’s hard. This part in particular stuck with me: “A memory comes to me of my 26 year old self crying in the shower, telling myself that if I ever had a child (which I didn’t think I wanted to, and still don’t), I would do anything I could to make sure they never felt the pain of experiencing conditionality in a parent’s love.”
Also, I adore that album by Damien Rice! And I was born on a Saturday, along with my daughter.
Thank you so much, Joscelyne, for reading and for your thought-provoking reflections, especially on the meaning and power of words. It’s so beautiful and moving to hear your perspective as a mother and how conscious and intentional you are with your words to E – I feel also that in some ways, unconditional love can be felt by those who receive it, regardless of, or even despite, words, because the heart always knows. And I have no doubt that your love for E is felt by her even beyond words, and it gives her such a resilient foundation, such nourished roots.
So happy to hear you’re a fellow lover of Damien Rice! And it feels really special to know that you and E were both born on a Saturday. I value your share so much, thank you for being here <3
what a beautiful piece this was. thank you for sharing so much of your journey, the world needs this kind of honesty more ❤️
Thank you so much, Gala, for reading and for your kind words. It made me reflect on how the practice of publicly sharing my writing over time has also deepened my ability to be honest with myself, and this is something that I then feel the need to express wherever and however I am expressing myself.
I’m so grateful for readers like you, who are the reason I get to feel safe to express as I feel called to, and also for writers like you, who inspire me always with the power of your own honesty and vulnerability. Thank you for being here! <3
Your words made me tear up a few times. They touched right to my heart. Some parts I relate to personally, and some parts I feel for you because you have such a vivid way with words.
I remember this day of the week poem too from my childhood; back then, nobody read to me, so I stumbled upon it somehow among books, and I was very excited to find out which day I was born. I asked my parents, and as they usually were, they did not know. So, once again, I had to take matters into my own hands to find out. I dug through the pile of outdated diaries (which my dad used to get for free every year but were never used), found the year I was born in, and flipped through while holding my breath to my birthday.....
I was born on a Sunday, and I was happy. Life was simple back then.
Rachel, it is so precious to receive your words and to have the honour of you reading my writing with such care and thought, always. The story you shared left me with such a depth of emotion – I could imagine you in your childhood and the journey you went on by yourself to arrive at the knowing you were born on Sunday, and the child’s happiness you felt.
Even though life becomes less simple as we grow and age, I like to think that happiness, however it may find us, will always feel profoundly simple in its experience even if not always in our ability to access it.
Thank you so much for being here and for the poignant and poetic shares you always gift to me <3
My pleasure Suyin, it's also your ability to draw them out of me :)
I agree that in essence all happiness is actually simple; it's our inability to recognize or like you say access it after we grew up. I try often to connect with my inner child again.
What an incredible piece Suyin 👏 and thank you sharing this reflection with us! I now understand better why you have a connection with Mercury.
I can’t even imagine what it is like to face the heavy pressure and expectations from family, but it seems like you were the one chosen to break free from the chains and karmic pattern. Bravo, you are a strong and powerful woman who found her path to love and happiness and I am so proud of you 🤍🙌