An especially beautiful piece of writing, Nora! Oh, the deep heartbreak of losing tree friends… I’m so sorry for your loss. Your writing about your return to Chicago has made me want to visit the city I left behind over 50 years ago. I never knew it as well as you, as I grew up in Wilmette… and left promptly at 19… imagine my delight when I saw your photo and story about the Bahai Temple! Thanks for giving me a window into your new experience of the city. Wendy and I send you and Jon and the pack (especially my pal Zoey🩵) much love from our quiet little nest on the coast of Maine, with our crows and bluebirds and many others, including Mr. Carolina Wren that we’re totally enchanted with. I hope that is a hawk nesting in that big tree. 🩵💫
Hello and love back to you and Wendy from all of us (especially Zoey). It would be so fun to see you if you do decide to visit. We are on the northernmost edge of the city with only Evanston in between us and Wilmette, so I am in that area at times.
Hearing about the loss of those trees is heartbreaking. My daughter studies ecology - particularly the role of fungi in our ecosystems. Apparently, fungi create extensive underground networks through which trees and all plants communicate. So it's just as you said. When we kill one tree, we are taking away a piece from all of them. They are all connected. We are all connected. Thanks for the beautiful writings.
Oh, Nora! There's like 12 novels in one. What has struck me the most is the metaphor of the trees, of loss, and of adaptation. What builds resilience in us as a species? How much more loss can we take? What is the new consciousness to lift our hearts and minds to bring clarity, curiosity, and wonder to unfold in our lives? The power of a positive "no"? The strength of a determined neutrality? Thank you so much for the introduction to Lysistrata and your adventures in theater. Who are we really? A good question to be asking - and how can we love who we really are, disintegrating the parts we must resolve and complete and integrating a new consciousness, a new way of being human we've never really known? Much love and thank you, again. I agree with Jerielle, an especially beautiful piece of writing. You've got me looking forward to Mondays , again. How am I? I AM, scared witless, and still moving, attuning, revising, and revisiting what needs to be seen, known, and retur.ned to origins. Love you muchly
Holy moly holy moly! What a lovely addition to my day to read your words, Nora, as always!
After my session with you last Thursday, my entire insides spun disheveled and broken to bits on the floor. I ended up in a massive rebirth portal and fully birthed myself. No forceps, which they used in my birth and have always given me this sense that I can’t do it and am still stuck in the canal. But I did it, I made it to the other side, myself, in my time, and the individuation has been INSANE. I’ve felt stuck for years and years and now I’m free and I’m solid in myself and not enmeshed in ways I never even knew I was. But, the person I was died, my relationships as they were ended, and all the future visions that version of me had died too. I am plummeted into a new reality and integration has been a lot. I created a GIGANTIC mess with Blake that night, your session having killed the fantasyland version of that relationship for me, lol. Hitting the grounded reality was HARD.
But I’m slowly coming back, my own masculine feels online in ways it never has before, and I feel like I’m truly holding myself for the first time ever. My system is opening to poly and I even ended up leaning into that more with the friend I was visiting here in Costa Rica. I have no idea what the future holds, but I fly back to NC tomorrow and I’m curious to engage my life as this new me.
Beautiful Nora! Thank you for sharing your experiences with us. You describe so well how layered this life can be.
Today I went to a protest. Just took off at the end of the day and did it with a friend. I had so much fear. All of it - the phone calls and meetings and protests- I feel fearful, but it is scarier to do nothing. Love to you!❤️
Hello Nora. Usually when I read through your notes I will take some time to digest what I have read. Sometimes, I will come back to reread your notes to see what I have learned. What I learned today is that by reading your story a connection to this realm we live in is a grounding experience for me. This experience allows me to soar to the sky with the lessons I'm learning, and stay connected to our 4th dimensional reality that we, our souls, currently inhabit. Thank you for sharing your story. This particular one is a ruby among diamonds. ✌️❤️🕯️ and 👽
Nora, so appreciative again for your March 20th reading. It's so refreshing to swim around in Joy for a while! Thank you. And also: here in Wyoming, we put a bar of Irish Spring soap into the glovebox of the car in the Winter! How fairy-like is that?!?!?
An especially beautiful piece of writing, Nora! Oh, the deep heartbreak of losing tree friends… I’m so sorry for your loss. Your writing about your return to Chicago has made me want to visit the city I left behind over 50 years ago. I never knew it as well as you, as I grew up in Wilmette… and left promptly at 19… imagine my delight when I saw your photo and story about the Bahai Temple! Thanks for giving me a window into your new experience of the city. Wendy and I send you and Jon and the pack (especially my pal Zoey🩵) much love from our quiet little nest on the coast of Maine, with our crows and bluebirds and many others, including Mr. Carolina Wren that we’re totally enchanted with. I hope that is a hawk nesting in that big tree. 🩵💫
Hello and love back to you and Wendy from all of us (especially Zoey). It would be so fun to see you if you do decide to visit. We are on the northernmost edge of the city with only Evanston in between us and Wilmette, so I am in that area at times.
Wishing you continued peaceful times.
Hearing about the loss of those trees is heartbreaking. My daughter studies ecology - particularly the role of fungi in our ecosystems. Apparently, fungi create extensive underground networks through which trees and all plants communicate. So it's just as you said. When we kill one tree, we are taking away a piece from all of them. They are all connected. We are all connected. Thanks for the beautiful writings.
Thank you so much, Jay.
Oh, Nora! There's like 12 novels in one. What has struck me the most is the metaphor of the trees, of loss, and of adaptation. What builds resilience in us as a species? How much more loss can we take? What is the new consciousness to lift our hearts and minds to bring clarity, curiosity, and wonder to unfold in our lives? The power of a positive "no"? The strength of a determined neutrality? Thank you so much for the introduction to Lysistrata and your adventures in theater. Who are we really? A good question to be asking - and how can we love who we really are, disintegrating the parts we must resolve and complete and integrating a new consciousness, a new way of being human we've never really known? Much love and thank you, again. I agree with Jerielle, an especially beautiful piece of writing. You've got me looking forward to Mondays , again. How am I? I AM, scared witless, and still moving, attuning, revising, and revisiting what needs to be seen, known, and retur.ned to origins. Love you muchly
Thank you so much, Lee Anne.
Such a lovely reflection.
Holy moly holy moly! What a lovely addition to my day to read your words, Nora, as always!
After my session with you last Thursday, my entire insides spun disheveled and broken to bits on the floor. I ended up in a massive rebirth portal and fully birthed myself. No forceps, which they used in my birth and have always given me this sense that I can’t do it and am still stuck in the canal. But I did it, I made it to the other side, myself, in my time, and the individuation has been INSANE. I’ve felt stuck for years and years and now I’m free and I’m solid in myself and not enmeshed in ways I never even knew I was. But, the person I was died, my relationships as they were ended, and all the future visions that version of me had died too. I am plummeted into a new reality and integration has been a lot. I created a GIGANTIC mess with Blake that night, your session having killed the fantasyland version of that relationship for me, lol. Hitting the grounded reality was HARD.
But I’m slowly coming back, my own masculine feels online in ways it never has before, and I feel like I’m truly holding myself for the first time ever. My system is opening to poly and I even ended up leaning into that more with the friend I was visiting here in Costa Rica. I have no idea what the future holds, but I fly back to NC tomorrow and I’m curious to engage my life as this new me.
Hi Helen,
I am so happy to hear from you and receive this update. I thought of you often over the past few days and sent you love many times.
Thank you for sharing about your rebirth, your process of it, and all that you gleaned and harvested and gathered for yourself.
You are mighty!
Beautiful Nora! Thank you for sharing your experiences with us. You describe so well how layered this life can be.
Today I went to a protest. Just took off at the end of the day and did it with a friend. I had so much fear. All of it - the phone calls and meetings and protests- I feel fearful, but it is scarier to do nothing. Love to you!❤️
Thank you, Shannon.
This one was extra fun to write and I could have easily kept going.
Hooray for protesting!
Hello Nora. Usually when I read through your notes I will take some time to digest what I have read. Sometimes, I will come back to reread your notes to see what I have learned. What I learned today is that by reading your story a connection to this realm we live in is a grounding experience for me. This experience allows me to soar to the sky with the lessons I'm learning, and stay connected to our 4th dimensional reality that we, our souls, currently inhabit. Thank you for sharing your story. This particular one is a ruby among diamonds. ✌️❤️🕯️ and 👽
Thank you so very much.
What a lovely note to come home to today.
Nora, so appreciative again for your March 20th reading. It's so refreshing to swim around in Joy for a while! Thank you. And also: here in Wyoming, we put a bar of Irish Spring soap into the glovebox of the car in the Winter! How fairy-like is that?!?!?
Hugs and thank you so much.
Ha! Love it