Carmine, your writing is absolute magic. Completely transportive. I loved the play of moving between the realms of mystery and light, between the conscious and the subconscious. It felt so intimate. Thank you.
And about how we are always trying to save a part of ourselves in our attempt to save others. How significant it is to see them in their wholeness. This piece, aside from being beautiful & nuanced (and bringing together these binaries) - is also an exercise in being compassionate towards others, as well as towards ourselves.
Please capture the moth, please help it to be where it belongs, where it needs to be. Thank you for caring and worrying for animals, birds, insects, etc.
He landed on my arm last night. His wings were a velvety, glimmering bronze, like my favorite eyeshadow. I took him outside and he did a final disappearing act. 🤎🤎🤎
Moths are such elusive creatures, but will find a way out eventually, mostly with your help. Thanks for your exceptional writing style, Carmine! You always seem to take me on a journey!
Trivarna, it means so much to receive your gift of close attention and kind words of support for my writing. Deeply grateful for your generosity. xo
Your basement is a wonderful world, and you watching over its propriety and its lack of propriety with such care. Thanks for the glimpse.
Ah, David, thank you as ever for following my journeys here. xoxo
Carmine, your writing is absolute magic. Completely transportive. I loved the play of moving between the realms of mystery and light, between the conscious and the subconscious. It felt so intimate. Thank you.
And about how we are always trying to save a part of ourselves in our attempt to save others. How significant it is to see them in their wholeness. This piece, aside from being beautiful & nuanced (and bringing together these binaries) - is also an exercise in being compassionate towards others, as well as towards ourselves.
Mmmm. Another deeply nourishing reverie. Thank you.
And this nugget, it sliced deep: “Being feared by other creatures is the sorrow of the human condition”
Please capture the moth, please help it to be where it belongs, where it needs to be. Thank you for caring and worrying for animals, birds, insects, etc.
He landed on my arm last night. His wings were a velvety, glimmering bronze, like my favorite eyeshadow. I took him outside and he did a final disappearing act. 🤎🤎🤎
Crying, thank you.
Hugs, it was a happy ending. xo
Beautiful, thank you.
Thank you for reading, Holle.
I love it that you escort spiders to the basement. Earth goddess you are.
Wait, doesn’t everyone do this?! ☺️
Lovely to know that you are in the world.
Mary Jo
How kind! 🙏🏼
Oooh this was just delicious Carmine, dark, delightful, a dance of dreams. Your words, a treasure 🤍 more please x
Thank you for this. ❤️🔥 I love most the words that arise mysteriously from I don’t know where. xo
Simply ethereal! Hushed gratitude 🙏
David, so kind of you, thank you. 🙏🏼
Moths are such elusive creatures, but will find a way out eventually, mostly with your help. Thanks for your exceptional writing style, Carmine! You always seem to take me on a journey!
Thank you for accompanying me here, Cindy. xo
‘A darkling moth, night-winged bringer of dreams, clings to the ceiling over the bed’ - what a lovely phrase!
Thankful you are here, Bonnie. xo
Thank you, Jim. xo