This is so beautiful Jonathan. I felt like I was there watching both them inhabiting their world and you watching them from periphery and taking in all observations with smiles and frowns. The precious generation gap makes families a conduit of never ending stories.
A more timely piece from you wouldn't have been possible Jonathan. Today my 15 and 3/4 yer old son whispered to me that he has fallen in love. I glimpsed her beautiful smiling face and though my heart heavy with loss, I smiled with relief too.
I know, I know, he is young but his eyes are blazing with unaccustomed emotion and hope and excitement and the buzz of tingling only that feeling gives and I want this for him, deeply as only a mother can because this is life, regardless of the mess. When you write;
"And even though they know, and they do know that they live in a broken world, they still see great possibilities blossoming before them, they’re still delirious with hope and promise,"
I just thank the gods wherever they are and whoever they are that this is so, that we haven't trodden their dreams into toxicity to the extent that they are too cynical and too accepting of the debris to care.
Have a great weekend, Deep House is bearable mostly!
This is so beautiful Jonathan. I felt like I was there watching both them inhabiting their world and you watching them from periphery and taking in all observations with smiles and frowns. The precious generation gap makes families a conduit of never ending stories.
Thanks Swanarli 🙏🏽 I really like the the almost nothing scene of sitting eating noodles and laughing, but it still comes to life somehow :)
A beautiful excavation
Thank you my friend :)
And I smile too, with your words of hope, tundra man :)
Ha ha, Tundra man, brilliant :) That really made me laugh.
:) I liked that a lot!
Beautiful Jonathan x
Thanks Ems
A more timely piece from you wouldn't have been possible Jonathan. Today my 15 and 3/4 yer old son whispered to me that he has fallen in love. I glimpsed her beautiful smiling face and though my heart heavy with loss, I smiled with relief too.
I know, I know, he is young but his eyes are blazing with unaccustomed emotion and hope and excitement and the buzz of tingling only that feeling gives and I want this for him, deeply as only a mother can because this is life, regardless of the mess. When you write;
"And even though they know, and they do know that they live in a broken world, they still see great possibilities blossoming before them, they’re still delirious with hope and promise,"
I just thank the gods wherever they are and whoever they are that this is so, that we haven't trodden their dreams into toxicity to the extent that they are too cynical and too accepting of the debris to care.
Have a great weekend, Deep House is bearable mostly!