I really enjoyed this piece and it made me think about how the same walls we put up to protect us from getting hurt are the same ones keeping love out!
Carl Jung put it simply and elegantly: "God enters through the wound." He who is Love incarnate requires a pinch, a pang, and a piercing to imbue perfect passion.
I wrote about this:
“When two souls collide at high speed, Wreckage ensues and debris embeds. Collateral damage is necessary when two become
“I have a hunch that we’re all romantics pretending to be pragmatists, terrified that if we admitted how honestly we want to be swept away by love, we’d have to face what we’ve become: cowardly keepers of desires too weak to break us open. We’d have to admit that we’ve made our lives so small, our wantings so manageable, that nothing glorious could ever fit through the door.” - yep that’s me
beautiful work <3 the very same themes have been on my mind as well & i simply had to write about it ; “I was talking to one of my friends about how its getting increasingly harder to come about good mainstream art about love, and I find this lack on Substack as well—which saddens me a little bit as a girl who grew up on daydreams and dog-eared romance novels.
Its a good thing we don’t have as much of an evolutionary need for love, don’t get me wrong, but what about the want? Can we ever truly escape that?
I think we don’t write about love the same way anymore because we don’t think about love the same way anymore because we don’t believe in love the same way anymore”. (although you’re making me now realize it might be because we don’t actually want to think about it the same these days :,))
Feet planted firmly on the ground, gazing up at the clouds with longing, buried deep, too proud to relinquish the dream of flight, lounging in the dirt, in weary gratitude of its consolatory dross
I really enjoyed this piece and it made me think about how the same walls we put up to protect us from getting hurt are the same ones keeping love out!
<3 <3
The quote “we’re all romantics pretending to be pragmatists” made me wonder whether we can be both romantic realists.
oh this had me PONDERING but i’d like to think the answer is yes :,)
This is an incredible piece of writing! You have made me think (maybe more than I want to lol) and made it beautiful. Thank you 💕
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eeks! scary good and beautiful 💕💕
Sherry it's too early to be this loud in the morning.
Carl Jung put it simply and elegantly: "God enters through the wound." He who is Love incarnate requires a pinch, a pang, and a piercing to imbue perfect passion.
I wrote about this:
“When two souls collide at high speed, Wreckage ensues and debris embeds. Collateral damage is necessary when two become
One.
Feelings lodge deep like shrapnel.
To pull them out would be suicide—
Too much blood lost far too quickly.”
More: https://www.whitenoise.email/p/love-is-a-car-crash
“I have a hunch that we’re all romantics pretending to be pragmatists, terrified that if we admitted how honestly we want to be swept away by love, we’d have to face what we’ve become: cowardly keepers of desires too weak to break us open. We’d have to admit that we’ve made our lives so small, our wantings so manageable, that nothing glorious could ever fit through the door.” - yep that’s me
Are we afraid to love, or are we afraid our loves will make fools of us.
This moved me to tears. Wow.
you ''fall'' in love because standing still would mean remaining the same- to be loved is to be changed.
We have to let ourselves fall! Love it!
You didn't have to call me out like that 🙊. Thank you for the reality check tho 😌
Thanks for this beautiful reminder to let go
beautiful work <3 the very same themes have been on my mind as well & i simply had to write about it ; “I was talking to one of my friends about how its getting increasingly harder to come about good mainstream art about love, and I find this lack on Substack as well—which saddens me a little bit as a girl who grew up on daydreams and dog-eared romance novels.
Its a good thing we don’t have as much of an evolutionary need for love, don’t get me wrong, but what about the want? Can we ever truly escape that?
I think we don’t write about love the same way anymore because we don’t think about love the same way anymore because we don’t believe in love the same way anymore”. (although you’re making me now realize it might be because we don’t actually want to think about it the same these days :,))
"We are all romantics pretending to be pragmatists" , beautifully written!
Feet planted firmly on the ground, gazing up at the clouds with longing, buried deep, too proud to relinquish the dream of flight, lounging in the dirt, in weary gratitude of its consolatory dross