“A hog?” He was incredulous. “What’s a pig doin’ in the woods?” I laughed. “A hawk,” I said, like it rhymed with lock. “You know.” I held out my arms, soaring. “A bird of prey.” My hands snapped into talons, and I made like I’d dive toward him across the coffee table between us.
I feel like I've just paged through a photo album, only the pictures were moving - the rush down the lane to the ambulance; the huddle around the coffee table, in the red and mustard booth, at the bar; the Greek boy flipping pizza dough in the air. Great post, Holly!
This chapter really stays with me Holly. The Bruegel painting is such a perfect visualization of your young self trying to understand her own agency in a fragile existence, how one person can carry on with dreams while others nearby drown and suffer. Interesting to read too that your parents did not want you to stray from “the path” and yet you chose to anyway. Even as a young woman, I detect a philosopher’s heart!
Oh, the things I did that my poor parents didn’t want me to do. ;) Thank you, Kimberly. I really enjoyed the crafting of this chapter.
Oh I really like this take on the Bruegel painting and the connection to our different paths.
Too, it’s that Icarus is the drowning one—his wings having melted when he flew too close to the sun. My sister told me about having seen the painting on a walk just before I published this piece, how she loved that the people were just going about their business, paying no attention to the gods, who were just doing what gods do. I hadn’t yet found an image for the piece, and I knew right away it’d be perfect.
A philosophers heart. What a compliment. Thank you, dear friend.
Jenna!! Thank you so much for saying that. I really liked it too and also had an even greater than normal degree of nervousness about sharing it. Did it all come together? Is it all over the place? And other questions. So, you saying this and sharing means a lot. 🧡❤️🩷
It totally came together, which was amazing. There were so many different snippets of stories, but framing them all though a conversation about pronounciation was just genius. Beautiful work :)
Ohhhh, immersive experience. I like that! I was a little worried all the different scenes were a bit much. So I’m really glad for the feedback that it worked. :)
I feel like I've just paged through a photo album, only the pictures were moving - the rush down the lane to the ambulance; the huddle around the coffee table, in the red and mustard booth, at the bar; the Greek boy flipping pizza dough in the air. Great post, Holly!
Troy! Your comments are the best. A photo album with moving pictures. Gah! What a compliment. Thank you, my friend.
This chapter really stays with me Holly. The Bruegel painting is such a perfect visualization of your young self trying to understand her own agency in a fragile existence, how one person can carry on with dreams while others nearby drown and suffer. Interesting to read too that your parents did not want you to stray from “the path” and yet you chose to anyway. Even as a young woman, I detect a philosopher’s heart!
Oh, the things I did that my poor parents didn’t want me to do. ;) Thank you, Kimberly. I really enjoyed the crafting of this chapter.
Oh I really like this take on the Bruegel painting and the connection to our different paths.
Too, it’s that Icarus is the drowning one—his wings having melted when he flew too close to the sun. My sister told me about having seen the painting on a walk just before I published this piece, how she loved that the people were just going about their business, paying no attention to the gods, who were just doing what gods do. I hadn’t yet found an image for the piece, and I knew right away it’d be perfect.
A philosophers heart. What a compliment. Thank you, dear friend.
This is my favorite thing you’ve written. So many gorgeous and heart breaking moments captured
Jenna!! Thank you so much for saying that. I really liked it too and also had an even greater than normal degree of nervousness about sharing it. Did it all come together? Is it all over the place? And other questions. So, you saying this and sharing means a lot. 🧡❤️🩷
It totally came together, which was amazing. There were so many different snippets of stories, but framing them all though a conversation about pronounciation was just genius. Beautiful work :)
Thank you, my friend!
You paint such vivid pictures with your words, Holly. Both of the external world around you and of how your internal world makes sense of it all.
Following this chapter to its different scenes and how they all connected for you was like some sort immersive experience.
Wonderful writing :)
Ohhhh, immersive experience. I like that! I was a little worried all the different scenes were a bit much. So I’m really glad for the feedback that it worked. :)
Lovely!! So many beautifully articulated moments.
Awwww, thank you, dear friend. I so very much appreciate your support. 💕❣️
Loved this Holly. You capture so many feelings so well. Great writing.
Jeanine, thank you thank you. ♥️
Thank you for this. It’s a pleasure to read.
Wonderful, Holly. The writing is rich like a Breugel and just as beautiful.
Dah! That’s a comment for the files to return to on days when I need a boost. Thank you, Jeffrey.