Your book arrived in my Kindle yesterday. Thrilled. Thank you and congrats on being blessed by grace in all forms (thankfully so) and your book doing the same for others
This was the first thing I read this morning - beautiful. Thank you. The sweet scent of sap seeping through an open wound…such a lovely smell and image.
Looking forward to Breathing Room landing in my mailbox! 'the air scented with sweet sap' strikes me as pungent immediate sorrow when loss happens...some kind of sweet resonance of the life that was, even though it is no more.
Thank you for your tender words, dear one. Trees and power lines down for several days in my neck-of-the-woods. I can relate. And yet, your words breathe something deeper for me to sit with this morning. Deep gratitude.🩵
I've found that if I stay with rough grace long enough it often softens into tender grace or as some would say,saving grace.
Cheers to Breathing Room!
That is so lovely. Pain is not the end. Sometimes it becomes soil. But that does not make the storm righteous, only the tending that comes after.
Your book arrived in my Kindle yesterday. Thrilled. Thank you and congrats on being blessed by grace in all forms (thankfully so) and your book doing the same for others
Love this - and I learned another craft lesson- put someone else’s line in italics! Very cool!!
This was the first thing I read this morning - beautiful. Thank you. The sweet scent of sap seeping through an open wound…such a lovely smell and image.
Congrats on publishing day of Breathing Room!
Happy publication day! 🙏🏽🎉
I ordered Breathing Room yesterday and am eagerly anticipating reading it! I’m so glad you, your home and your belongings are all right.
Congrats and all the best with Breathing Room, James. Much love, Dan.
Breathe. This. Thank you...'rough grace'.
Looking forward to Breathing Room landing in my mailbox! 'the air scented with sweet sap' strikes me as pungent immediate sorrow when loss happens...some kind of sweet resonance of the life that was, even though it is no more.
Wow, glad you're okay. Grateful for that and for the rough grace your gorgeous poem is born from.
Thank you for your tender words, dear one. Trees and power lines down for several days in my neck-of-the-woods. I can relate. And yet, your words breathe something deeper for me to sit with this morning. Deep gratitude.🩵