Holly, I wrote something recently about how we abuse the word "sorry." Here, I mean it so much. I'm sorry - sorry for what you went through, sorry for what people are going through, sorry for what it says about so much of our country. I presume you're in a safer space now, but I hope you're okay.
I must admit here that I forgot that engines also have governors and, intentionally or not, thought you were cursing the political kind.
I wish that this hadn't happened to you, and I wish that I didn't know so many stories like this from women driving alone at night. Be well, my friend.
Incredible point of view to write from Holly. 🫣 whoa…..
It invited me in to the place in my own mind where I rationalize stuff to myself.
To read, and simultaneously be inside my own head sensing this event, is raw fear.
It’s moments like this that make me wonder if the sound of cocking a rifle… or maybe even starting up a chainsaw would’ve scared away the crazed man outside.
Oh my goodness--I'm sorry and relieved and awed at the writing all at the same time! I have an RV pad next to my house with your name on it anytime, Holly.
It is so hard to capture all that you think and feel in moments like these. It’s as if there are so many thoughts and feelings striking your consciousness all at once that there’s this sense in which you feel nothing and everything all at once.
And what blows me away, Holly, is how you were able capture and convey all of that in this piece in a way that was not only riveting but also eerily evocative.
A serious masterclass of writing right here.
There were so many great lines, but these were two I had to mention —
“the velvet dark of early hours”
And
“The body’s reaction to fear is so incredible you almost want to pause and watch it at work: The surge of resources to your extremities so they vibrate with power and strength. The coldness of clarity in your cheeks and belly. “
I am speechless, Holly -- felt so there with you xx
Oh my goodness, Holly - I felt for you here.
The part of you that takes care of you, is the voice that should always be listened to. That’s something I have learnt.
Holly, I wrote something recently about how we abuse the word "sorry." Here, I mean it so much. I'm sorry - sorry for what you went through, sorry for what people are going through, sorry for what it says about so much of our country. I presume you're in a safer space now, but I hope you're okay.
I must admit here that I forgot that engines also have governors and, intentionally or not, thought you were cursing the political kind.
I wish that this hadn't happened to you, and I wish that I didn't know so many stories like this from women driving alone at night. Be well, my friend.
Incredible point of view to write from Holly. 🫣 whoa…..
It invited me in to the place in my own mind where I rationalize stuff to myself.
To read, and simultaneously be inside my own head sensing this event, is raw fear.
It’s moments like this that make me wonder if the sound of cocking a rifle… or maybe even starting up a chainsaw would’ve scared away the crazed man outside.
Be safe, dear one.
Man or bear? Like it's even a question.
And this hit me so hard I had to just close the app and walk away for awhile.
Oh my goodness--I'm sorry and relieved and awed at the writing all at the same time! I have an RV pad next to my house with your name on it anytime, Holly.
It is so hard to capture all that you think and feel in moments like these. It’s as if there are so many thoughts and feelings striking your consciousness all at once that there’s this sense in which you feel nothing and everything all at once.
And what blows me away, Holly, is how you were able capture and convey all of that in this piece in a way that was not only riveting but also eerily evocative.
A serious masterclass of writing right here.
There were so many great lines, but these were two I had to mention —
“the velvet dark of early hours”
And
“The body’s reaction to fear is so incredible you almost want to pause and watch it at work: The surge of resources to your extremities so they vibrate with power and strength. The coldness of clarity in your cheeks and belly. “
Thanks friend :)