I am sobbing, this is so beautiful. And how i relate to this - and love Ravens. Such “discarded” and feared (symbol of death) birds but such high intelligence, communication and interaction to the world he is in. I am connected to the birds and wildlife in our environment. The sentient Saguaro cactus are guardians and relatives. We take care of 5 at our home. In the last year of extremes and breaking out of FSA, severing the toxic ties and its cages i have thought often of my mortality. And as i settle, it’s not uncomfortable because i am gaining my peace, balance, and gratitude of being me now. In this life and beyond. My choices now, not the sacrifice at the altar of trauma and abuse.
Thank you for receiving this in such an open-hearted manner, Ki. It’s been sitting within me for some time now, it felt good to finally express this sad but beautiful weight of generational loss - and love.
I'm crying too. Very familiar to me as well. I often think of the waves of the ocean coming and simply washing over my life until there is no trace of me. At least not HERE. But I am sure I will go on. Into another life, another body, another set of relationships to continue learning in. I also often think how far humanity has to come, and has had to come, to reach even this disheveled state we are currently exhibiting. Looking at things very long term, I believe so much seemingly wasted suffering is actually helping to build a scaffolding for improved human relationships. Look how hard those of us affected by FSA, and those of us who miraculously found our way to this substack (thank you Rebecca!), are working, reaching for something better for ourselves and our descendants. This is the power of love. A Course in Miracles says everything is either love or a call for love. I feel the love in the FSA healing group, in the people called to this substack, and in what I perceive as heavenly helpers hovering all around as we move closer to the Center where the "will of God is known". I don't think we can remain lost, because we have a perfect Guide within us. By joining together, buoying each other, we have more than a chance of positive change, we ARE that. Thank you Rebecca, for your heartfelt expression. It is a lovely refection of your soul. Hugs and big love.
Thank you, Songgirl, this is beautiful, and this part really struck me: "Look how hard those of us affected by FSA, and those of us who miraculously found our way to this substack (thank you Rebecca!), are working, reaching for something better for ourselves and our descendants. This is the power of love". YES!
I'm glad you could make time to read it, Sally. It is nice to have this pocket of grief released into the world and have it received so warmly. I feel so supported by this group and am grateful.
I am rereading your comment and your reply is a aha moment…to refeel the sadness of the reality and now process and integrate from a healing and compassionate perspective within me to my inner child..💕❤️Resetting the broken heart..
How beautiful, Rebecca. Your writing is poetic and flows like a soothing breeze. It's like it renders the afflictions we experience powerless. I love that about writing - it causes us to pick up and look closely at the things that are too difficult, too scary to look at, so we think. And once we look at them (reading), we realize they are just part of life. This in no way is meant to minimize the pain and brutality we experienced, it just feels like, to me, you have made"beauty from ashes." Lovely.
What a lovely reflection on this piece of mine, Pam. I couldn't decide if I wanted to publish it or not but decided, "What the heck!" do I did. I am grateful it is being received by you and others here in such a sensitive, meaning-filled way.
Rebecca, this is deeply moving and resonating. I immediately thought the same as Amanda in how “It is because the nightingale (aka Rebecca) has sung throughout the night, that from the sweet sound of her echoing song (on YouTube, her website, her book Rejected, Shamed and Blamed and her Substack) the roses (aka FSA survivors) have sprung up”.
You have helped so many roses, aka FSA survivors, to rise, see the light, take a stand, not allow their family to trample them and thrive in newly found sunlight. Your courage and compassionate, insightful and validating work has made big waves that will only continue to grow and be appreciated for years to come by many. ❤
This is such an amazing way to view the lyrics of Die Nachtigall (the rose analogy from both you and Amanda). I will cherish all of these comments on this post today (which I almost didn't release, it felt a bit raw and vulnerable). And you are all, indeed, roses in my eyes (and heart). Thank you, Rosalee!
This is so achingly beautiful. Rebecca. From your pain and strength, we are your roses. You gave us the key to unlock our cages and bloom freely. Rather than a ripple you have created a tidal wave and a community. The impact of which will change the trajectory of so many lives. Keep singing!
I can only hope so, Amanda - and what a poignant, powerful way to put it: "From your pain and strength, we are your roses." - Thank you for being one of our community roses!
This text touched me deeply Rebecca 🙏. It also touches a subject that has been on my mind lately; If I hadn’t survived as a kid. If I had died as a young kid, of the abuse and neglect - would anyone have mourned me. I don’t think so.
It is a sad thought Rebecca. Maybe the core wound. The child that is not cared for. The child that finds solutions to survive: the high achiever, low achiever, the helper, pleaser ….
I think that to be able to take in the depth of the childhood cruelty, is a prerequisite to heal. I actually discussed this with a new friend today. A wonderful women from the IFS network. I get in contact with a new type of people these days. No more narcissist, sociopaths and self centered people. I am part of this wonderful community. And remember Rebecca - we are many that would grieve if the raven died ❤️
Thank you, Caroline. Many of my FSA recovery clients are not aware of the cruelties they may have endured at the hands of siblings or others inside or outside the (extended) family system. It is not always - or just - the parents. Sibling bullying is an example. This gets 'normalized' but can be extremely damaging to the target and trauma symptoms can develop as a result.
I have not earlier been aware of the sibling abuse I have endured either 😮💨. I took care of my younger brother as I was his mother. The empathic people pleaser and fawner - and the narcissist. When the s/a came up his focus was on how hard it was for him 😌 I have gone no contact and cut the cords 🙏
Maybe I was a bit harsh June. I have just felt like that was the truth for the child no one cared for 😌. Luckily it has changed - and thank you for beeing one of those who care 🌿🌱❤️
Utterly and so delicately beautiful Rebecca, and so poignant for us FSA survivors knowing that those who should care when we pass will not care, that we face this aloneness that should not hang over us. And yet, I also feel as if healing our FSA wounds and becoming whole allows us to finally love our lives and ourselves without reserve, which makes the inevitable loss of this gift of life that we can now revel in, so sad. What we have gained we must say goodbye to one day, and who wants to do that after we've worked so hard to move beyond the emotional shackles of our toxic families. Who will be there to care about our utterly amazing yet silent achievement, who will be there to care that our healing journey is also a healing of past generations and future as well. Yet what greater gift for us than to face our passing in the knowledge that we did it, we healed, and we have honoured our true selves and this amazing gift of life that we have for such a short time. One day we will not be here. That is all.
Your words echo my own experiences and thoughts about this particular Journey we FSA survivors / thrivers are on. Beautifully written and expressed, thank you, Nan.
Your talent knows no bounds Rebecca....You hit the notes....you stir primordial thoughts that eternally connect us all with a haunting truth but give comfort in our shared acknowledgement. Oncore Oncore! 👏 👏 👏 👏
Music to my ears, Jane. It is intriguing that the same feelings that move through me when I write from this deeper place also move through me when I sing, and often the audience is weeping…Sometimes I believe I am more of a vessel for something greater to pass through, and my job is to not get in the way.
Well your doing an outstandingly marvellous job Rebecca, if you'd like to continue singing your heart out please do so... I doubt anyone here would want to get in your way either....May your vessel overflow and dench us all in the sounds with your soul felt melodious sonnets! Absolutely magical! Much love Jane xxx
Thank you Jane! In a future post I may share an audio clip of my singing, this would go along with my being told "I could hear you breathing" when I once sang for my mother. 😒
I dont have much to say right now but I read everything. You probably dont really understand the voice that you have does speak for so many. Thanks for being my voice when I dont have one. 😊🙏
The snipped threads. Yes. The phrase perfectly evokes that feeling of undertaking sad but necessary action. I could actually feel the snip when reading this. That slicing sound of the scissors, and then that final snap. Complete disconnection. Accomplished with that quiet, determined feeling one gets— yes, the ennui— when one realizes something dreadful has happened, and there is nothing to do about it but move on and tend your own fires.
It interests me that the temporal teacup appears to have more staying power than the people who purchased and enjoyed it. Very telling of our over-attachment to the external world.
"Outside, a few ravens (but not her raven) peck at something unseen in the overgrown beach grass. She remembers that ravens are often viewed as omens - symbols of endings."
I thought, "Don't let it be dead Rumi!"
"When a raven falls, quiet and still, to the sandy ground, does the ocean notice? Does the wind carry a whisper of its final departure?
Who mourns the raven when it dies?"
This reminded me of the Bible scripture where God, "has His eye on the sparrow." I thought of the woman, her forehead pressed against the glass, looking for the little bird. I saw her alone, the last in her bloodline with no one to pass along the teacup to.
"Will it end up in a thrift store all it memories forever lost?"
Very likely.
I am comforted in knowing that our stories are forever engraved inside the mind of God. Not a single moment lost. But, still, here we are, the "writers" leaving behind an indelible mark with our words.
I love this, having an inside peek into your imaginative and sensitive responses to this piece. I didn't put anything in there about a thrift store but my goodness that could be where it ends up, unless my friend who specializes in selling things on eBay can sell this Haviland set which is quite valuable!
I did ask a family member I am in contact with if anyone wanted it and the answer was no, which I found unbelievable. So much history in that dinnerware, which is over 100 years old.
I had a vintage clothing store for many years in a historic North Carolina town. I knew all the dealers and they could not sell china or sterling silver sets. The main reason? No one wanted to hand wash the china or polish the silver. Still, dealers will buy it for a fraction of its worth off sites like eBay because they have a soft spot for its beauty. Maybe put the word out to your followers. Someone may very well desire a tangible Rebecca memento because they value you! I am looking forward to a short story of its history and photos in an upcoming article. Ha,ha, ha...NOT KIDDING!
Oh, what an idea! I don't even need to sell it, I could give it away but people could help with shipping costs! I hadn't thought about that - no one has time or wants to hand wash things now. What a time to live in. But there are still a few who value these precious objects, thank goodness. Maybe it is part of being an Empath - I can feel energy off of these antiques; see / imagine the big family dinners, the laughter; even in my family I have happy memories of holidays with extended family eating dinner off of this China (well it is actually porcelain - can I still call it China?!?)
I utterly love this. Last year in June, my partner and I went to Canadian Transatlantic Highway. In that moment, the ravens 🐦⬛ called out to me. I found a necklace made by a sister of the People of that spot on Motherearth. I wear it everyday as a form of protection. A good gift from sky and the Bird Nation. Keep writing. It’s important.
I only now just saw your comment for some reason, I just loved hearing about your adventure and finding the necklace and connecting with the ravens. I will indeed keep writing, I'm not going to force it but I'll put things out on this second substack as it unearths itself and flows forth outwardly.
Matt 10:29-31 Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father's care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
So beautifully written. But I am a catholic and i believe that this woman who speaks of being left behind will leave a loud echo throughout the world. No, she will not be a mother to a few in a normal sense but a mother to many. She will heal a lot of lost souls which in its own right is what a mother does. Her work and her talent for writing will be passed down for many generations to come. The people she talks about she will one day meet and all her questions will be answered because one day like all of us, we will be home.
Omg forgive me if I’m sending two messages. I live off best park on Long Island. Down the block is a show barn, they rent horses there very quiet, calm horses
My deepest condolences. I lost both of my horses 6 months apart unexpectedly five years ago. Still not over it. Can't even sell or donate the tack yet because the smell of them still makes me cry.
Rebecca I’m a skincare formulator, just finished my studies. I make the best goat milk soaps and skincare all made from plants. Do you hve P.O. Box? I don’t expect an address because people are nuts out there, I’m not but I can understand
This is beautiful, Joanna, and touched me deeply. Thank you for this. I actually imagine one day traveling all around the world to meet people I've worked with online or who I have gotten to know through social media and especially meet people here on substack, who knows, it could happen someday!
I am sobbing, this is so beautiful. And how i relate to this - and love Ravens. Such “discarded” and feared (symbol of death) birds but such high intelligence, communication and interaction to the world he is in. I am connected to the birds and wildlife in our environment. The sentient Saguaro cactus are guardians and relatives. We take care of 5 at our home. In the last year of extremes and breaking out of FSA, severing the toxic ties and its cages i have thought often of my mortality. And as i settle, it’s not uncomfortable because i am gaining my peace, balance, and gratitude of being me now. In this life and beyond. My choices now, not the sacrifice at the altar of trauma and abuse.
Such a beautiful story of the Raven. Thank you.
Thank you for receiving this in such an open-hearted manner, Ki. It’s been sitting within me for some time now, it felt good to finally express this sad but beautiful weight of generational loss - and love.
Oh my goodness Ki, Rebecca's extraordinary story had me in floods, now your beautiful comment.🥲
Thank you for reading and feeling this piece, June, it is close to my heart.
Oh did I feel this extraordinary piece, thank you for sharing what is so close to your heart & feeling comfortable to do so. Beautiful !
🩷 joining the party, eh? 🤭☺️ thank you June and Rebecca. What a blessing to connect this morning (for me) over this.
Thank you Ki & Rebecca, such a blessing for me too. ❤️
A beautiful piece that touches the heart ! Thank you .
Thank you, Carol, I appreciate your making the time to read - and feel - this piece.
I'm crying too. Very familiar to me as well. I often think of the waves of the ocean coming and simply washing over my life until there is no trace of me. At least not HERE. But I am sure I will go on. Into another life, another body, another set of relationships to continue learning in. I also often think how far humanity has to come, and has had to come, to reach even this disheveled state we are currently exhibiting. Looking at things very long term, I believe so much seemingly wasted suffering is actually helping to build a scaffolding for improved human relationships. Look how hard those of us affected by FSA, and those of us who miraculously found our way to this substack (thank you Rebecca!), are working, reaching for something better for ourselves and our descendants. This is the power of love. A Course in Miracles says everything is either love or a call for love. I feel the love in the FSA healing group, in the people called to this substack, and in what I perceive as heavenly helpers hovering all around as we move closer to the Center where the "will of God is known". I don't think we can remain lost, because we have a perfect Guide within us. By joining together, buoying each other, we have more than a chance of positive change, we ARE that. Thank you Rebecca, for your heartfelt expression. It is a lovely refection of your soul. Hugs and big love.
Thank you, Songgirl, this is beautiful, and this part really struck me: "Look how hard those of us affected by FSA, and those of us who miraculously found our way to this substack (thank you Rebecca!), are working, reaching for something better for ourselves and our descendants. This is the power of love". YES!
Your sharing was deep and beautifully written Rebecca…Feeling emotional …your words do that❤️….
I'm glad you could make time to read it, Sally. It is nice to have this pocket of grief released into the world and have it received so warmly. I feel so supported by this group and am grateful.
It’s an honour Rebecca that we can send back to you what you have given us….genuine caring and support..along with jar dropping truths…😊❤️
Yes, hard truths at times, but sometimes the bone has to be re-broken to heal fully…(!)
I am rereading your comment and your reply is a aha moment…to refeel the sadness of the reality and now process and integrate from a healing and compassionate perspective within me to my inner child..💕❤️Resetting the broken heart..
Exactly. 💔💙❤️🔥
How beautiful, Rebecca. Your writing is poetic and flows like a soothing breeze. It's like it renders the afflictions we experience powerless. I love that about writing - it causes us to pick up and look closely at the things that are too difficult, too scary to look at, so we think. And once we look at them (reading), we realize they are just part of life. This in no way is meant to minimize the pain and brutality we experienced, it just feels like, to me, you have made"beauty from ashes." Lovely.
What a lovely reflection on this piece of mine, Pam. I couldn't decide if I wanted to publish it or not but decided, "What the heck!" do I did. I am grateful it is being received by you and others here in such a sensitive, meaning-filled way.
Rebecca, this is deeply moving and resonating. I immediately thought the same as Amanda in how “It is because the nightingale (aka Rebecca) has sung throughout the night, that from the sweet sound of her echoing song (on YouTube, her website, her book Rejected, Shamed and Blamed and her Substack) the roses (aka FSA survivors) have sprung up”.
You have helped so many roses, aka FSA survivors, to rise, see the light, take a stand, not allow their family to trample them and thrive in newly found sunlight. Your courage and compassionate, insightful and validating work has made big waves that will only continue to grow and be appreciated for years to come by many. ❤
This is such an amazing way to view the lyrics of Die Nachtigall (the rose analogy from both you and Amanda). I will cherish all of these comments on this post today (which I almost didn't release, it felt a bit raw and vulnerable). And you are all, indeed, roses in my eyes (and heart). Thank you, Rosalee!
Beautifully put Rosalee !
Totally blown away by all the fabulous comments too, what talented folk you all are, tissues needed this afternoon !
This is so achingly beautiful. Rebecca. From your pain and strength, we are your roses. You gave us the key to unlock our cages and bloom freely. Rather than a ripple you have created a tidal wave and a community. The impact of which will change the trajectory of so many lives. Keep singing!
I can only hope so, Amanda - and what a poignant, powerful way to put it: "From your pain and strength, we are your roses." - Thank you for being one of our community roses!
This text touched me deeply Rebecca 🙏. It also touches a subject that has been on my mind lately; If I hadn’t survived as a kid. If I had died as a young kid, of the abuse and neglect - would anyone have mourned me. I don’t think so.
It is a sad thought to have. There's the appearance of mourning and then genuine mourning and at this point in my life I wonder the same thing...
It is a sad thought Rebecca. Maybe the core wound. The child that is not cared for. The child that finds solutions to survive: the high achiever, low achiever, the helper, pleaser ….
I think that to be able to take in the depth of the childhood cruelty, is a prerequisite to heal. I actually discussed this with a new friend today. A wonderful women from the IFS network. I get in contact with a new type of people these days. No more narcissist, sociopaths and self centered people. I am part of this wonderful community. And remember Rebecca - we are many that would grieve if the raven died ❤️
Thank you, Caroline. Many of my FSA recovery clients are not aware of the cruelties they may have endured at the hands of siblings or others inside or outside the (extended) family system. It is not always - or just - the parents. Sibling bullying is an example. This gets 'normalized' but can be extremely damaging to the target and trauma symptoms can develop as a result.
I have not earlier been aware of the sibling abuse I have endured either 😮💨. I took care of my younger brother as I was his mother. The empathic people pleaser and fawner - and the narcissist. When the s/a came up his focus was on how hard it was for him 😌 I have gone no contact and cut the cords 🙏
The only thing we can do sometimes in such a situation. Mine is similar.
And I actually feel free and unburdened from him and my FOO 🙏
Oh Caroline, my heart breaks reading this. Thinking of you & sending love & hugs.
Maybe I was a bit harsh June. I have just felt like that was the truth for the child no one cared for 😌. Luckily it has changed - and thank you for beeing one of those who care 🌿🌱❤️
❤️💐
Utterly and so delicately beautiful Rebecca, and so poignant for us FSA survivors knowing that those who should care when we pass will not care, that we face this aloneness that should not hang over us. And yet, I also feel as if healing our FSA wounds and becoming whole allows us to finally love our lives and ourselves without reserve, which makes the inevitable loss of this gift of life that we can now revel in, so sad. What we have gained we must say goodbye to one day, and who wants to do that after we've worked so hard to move beyond the emotional shackles of our toxic families. Who will be there to care about our utterly amazing yet silent achievement, who will be there to care that our healing journey is also a healing of past generations and future as well. Yet what greater gift for us than to face our passing in the knowledge that we did it, we healed, and we have honoured our true selves and this amazing gift of life that we have for such a short time. One day we will not be here. That is all.
Your words echo my own experiences and thoughts about this particular Journey we FSA survivors / thrivers are on. Beautifully written and expressed, thank you, Nan.
Beautiful Nan !
Beautiful, Rebecca!
Thank you, Michelle 🙏
Your talent knows no bounds Rebecca....You hit the notes....you stir primordial thoughts that eternally connect us all with a haunting truth but give comfort in our shared acknowledgement. Oncore Oncore! 👏 👏 👏 👏
Music to my ears, Jane. It is intriguing that the same feelings that move through me when I write from this deeper place also move through me when I sing, and often the audience is weeping…Sometimes I believe I am more of a vessel for something greater to pass through, and my job is to not get in the way.
Well your doing an outstandingly marvellous job Rebecca, if you'd like to continue singing your heart out please do so... I doubt anyone here would want to get in your way either....May your vessel overflow and dench us all in the sounds with your soul felt melodious sonnets! Absolutely magical! Much love Jane xxx
Thank you Jane! In a future post I may share an audio clip of my singing, this would go along with my being told "I could hear you breathing" when I once sang for my mother. 😒
I ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ this writing for you. So cool 😎 you have beautiful stuff and I love this side of your expression. Much 💜 Rebecca
Thank you, Victoria, glad you subscribed!
I dont have much to say right now but I read everything. You probably dont really understand the voice that you have does speak for so many. Thanks for being my voice when I dont have one. 😊🙏
The snipped threads. Yes. The phrase perfectly evokes that feeling of undertaking sad but necessary action. I could actually feel the snip when reading this. That slicing sound of the scissors, and then that final snap. Complete disconnection. Accomplished with that quiet, determined feeling one gets— yes, the ennui— when one realizes something dreadful has happened, and there is nothing to do about it but move on and tend your own fires.
That was the sense I hope to convey, precisely. Resigned acceptance of the unchangeable.
Wow! Thanks for sharing your creative writing.
It interests me that the temporal teacup appears to have more staying power than the people who purchased and enjoyed it. Very telling of our over-attachment to the external world.
"Outside, a few ravens (but not her raven) peck at something unseen in the overgrown beach grass. She remembers that ravens are often viewed as omens - symbols of endings."
I thought, "Don't let it be dead Rumi!"
"When a raven falls, quiet and still, to the sandy ground, does the ocean notice? Does the wind carry a whisper of its final departure?
Who mourns the raven when it dies?"
This reminded me of the Bible scripture where God, "has His eye on the sparrow." I thought of the woman, her forehead pressed against the glass, looking for the little bird. I saw her alone, the last in her bloodline with no one to pass along the teacup to.
"Will it end up in a thrift store all it memories forever lost?"
Very likely.
I am comforted in knowing that our stories are forever engraved inside the mind of God. Not a single moment lost. But, still, here we are, the "writers" leaving behind an indelible mark with our words.
In the words of Oliver Twist, "More please!"
I love this, having an inside peek into your imaginative and sensitive responses to this piece. I didn't put anything in there about a thrift store but my goodness that could be where it ends up, unless my friend who specializes in selling things on eBay can sell this Haviland set which is quite valuable!
I did ask a family member I am in contact with if anyone wanted it and the answer was no, which I found unbelievable. So much history in that dinnerware, which is over 100 years old.
I had a vintage clothing store for many years in a historic North Carolina town. I knew all the dealers and they could not sell china or sterling silver sets. The main reason? No one wanted to hand wash the china or polish the silver. Still, dealers will buy it for a fraction of its worth off sites like eBay because they have a soft spot for its beauty. Maybe put the word out to your followers. Someone may very well desire a tangible Rebecca memento because they value you! I am looking forward to a short story of its history and photos in an upcoming article. Ha,ha, ha...NOT KIDDING!
Oh, what an idea! I don't even need to sell it, I could give it away but people could help with shipping costs! I hadn't thought about that - no one has time or wants to hand wash things now. What a time to live in. But there are still a few who value these precious objects, thank goodness. Maybe it is part of being an Empath - I can feel energy off of these antiques; see / imagine the big family dinners, the laughter; even in my family I have happy memories of holidays with extended family eating dinner off of this China (well it is actually porcelain - can I still call it China?!?)
I utterly love this. Last year in June, my partner and I went to Canadian Transatlantic Highway. In that moment, the ravens 🐦⬛ called out to me. I found a necklace made by a sister of the People of that spot on Motherearth. I wear it everyday as a form of protection. A good gift from sky and the Bird Nation. Keep writing. It’s important.
I only now just saw your comment for some reason, I just loved hearing about your adventure and finding the necklace and connecting with the ravens. I will indeed keep writing, I'm not going to force it but I'll put things out on this second substack as it unearths itself and flows forth outwardly.
Matt 10:29-31 Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father's care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
I always loved that quote.
So beautifully written. But I am a catholic and i believe that this woman who speaks of being left behind will leave a loud echo throughout the world. No, she will not be a mother to a few in a normal sense but a mother to many. She will heal a lot of lost souls which in its own right is what a mother does. Her work and her talent for writing will be passed down for many generations to come. The people she talks about she will one day meet and all her questions will be answered because one day like all of us, we will be home.
I absolutely believe that’s is where you are headed, to meet all of us one day.
I’d love to hang with you and your horse - or horses?
Omg forgive me if I’m sending two messages. I live off best park on Long Island. Down the block is a show barn, they rent horses there very quiet, calm horses
I had two horses one just passed.
My deepest condolences. I lost both of my horses 6 months apart unexpectedly five years ago. Still not over it. Can't even sell or donate the tack yet because the smell of them still makes me cry.
Is that it? No more horses and riding for you?
Rebecca I’m a skincare formulator, just finished my studies. I make the best goat milk soaps and skincare all made from plants. Do you hve P.O. Box? I don’t expect an address because people are nuts out there, I’m not but I can understand
Hi Joanna, you can direct message me - this is a public post here so comments are also public. And thank you for you thoughtful offer!
This is beautiful, Joanna, and touched me deeply. Thank you for this. I actually imagine one day traveling all around the world to meet people I've worked with online or who I have gotten to know through social media and especially meet people here on substack, who knows, it could happen someday!