Hi Maggie, That was so kind of you to get on a video and share something of yourself and your beautiful poem...of course a poem to express what seems inexpressible. I mean you didn't have to do it. But you showed up which means a lot.
I woke up on Wednesday morning and the first thought was, what am I going to say to my (social work) students? Somehow I felt responsible. With luck, and the serendipity of bumping into their morning professor before my afternoon class, I got through it. I told them I wasn't going to be at my best, that my brain was a bit hijacked, but there was some beautiful togetherness, because in the end I just said, "I just want to know how you all are, let's talk." It was imperfect as everything, but I just had to "be" there in the best way I knew how.
Thank you from 🇬🇧. Sending so much love. We’ll pay the price here too of course, but so many warrior women tried to stop this. To you all, I send 💐 today xx
I am finding the darkness harder this time around, since eight years ago I was not also in the throes of divorce/trauma. The combination is crushing, though I too will move about my days simply because I must. Thank you for this sliver of light today, for your written words and also the reading. 💚
thank you, for the lovely poem and reading, Maggie. For the last two days, your daughter Violet's incredulous "the bully won?" has been echoing through my brain. My grieving phase continues.
There must’ve been a good dark goddess lurking on twitter the night years ago you and I had a brief but meaningful 2am exchange about insomnia— she must’ve known how much I would come to rely on your words, your work, and your friendship in the days ahead. Thank you for this, and for your beautiful, beautiful heart. Love you, Maggs xo
Someone I'm very close to... someone I love, told me on Wednesday, "the sun will rise again tomorrow" That didn't bring me the peace he intended. I am still in the darkness that you so eloquently describe. Thank you for choosing to share this.
Hi Maggie, That was so kind of you to get on a video and share something of yourself and your beautiful poem...of course a poem to express what seems inexpressible. I mean you didn't have to do it. But you showed up which means a lot.
I woke up on Wednesday morning and the first thought was, what am I going to say to my (social work) students? Somehow I felt responsible. With luck, and the serendipity of bumping into their morning professor before my afternoon class, I got through it. I told them I wasn't going to be at my best, that my brain was a bit hijacked, but there was some beautiful togetherness, because in the end I just said, "I just want to know how you all are, let's talk." It was imperfect as everything, but I just had to "be" there in the best way I knew how.
Lizzie, your students are lucky to have you. 💗
Awww thanks :)
Thank you from 🇬🇧. Sending so much love. We’ll pay the price here too of course, but so many warrior women tried to stop this. To you all, I send 💐 today xx
Thank you, Lo.
Oh, so just what I needed today. Thank you, Maggie. Poetry is such a balm right now.
For me, too. I’m so grateful for art in these bewildering times.
I am finding the darkness harder this time around, since eight years ago I was not also in the throes of divorce/trauma. The combination is crushing, though I too will move about my days simply because I must. Thank you for this sliver of light today, for your written words and also the reading. 💚
I understand, and I’m so sorry for the compounded grief.
Thank you, Maggie. Love this poem. Let’s talk of the good dark….Amy Ray sings a similar storytelling message. I’ll be with the poets before dawn. 💫
thank you, for the lovely poem and reading, Maggie. For the last two days, your daughter Violet's incredulous "the bully won?" has been echoing through my brain. My grieving phase continues.
Whew, yes. We had a similar conversation again this week.
Thank you so much, Maggie. This is exactly the right poem for right now.
Thank you.
Magnificent. Thank you💛
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Thanks so much for your beautiful poem, and for reading it for me. ❤️
“Let us talk more of how dark the beginning of a day is.” The perfect sentiment today. Thank you, Maggie. I needed the cry when I watched your video.
There must’ve been a good dark goddess lurking on twitter the night years ago you and I had a brief but meaningful 2am exchange about insomnia— she must’ve known how much I would come to rely on your words, your work, and your friendship in the days ahead. Thank you for this, and for your beautiful, beautiful heart. Love you, Maggs xo
Love you too, Kate.
This poem always reminded me of Jane Kenyon’s Let Evening Come. Thank you for this.
I love that poem. Thank you, Marcie.
Nine days and I'm starting to come up and out for air and light. Listening to and watching you read your words makes me feel so much less alone.
Made my day!
Someone I'm very close to... someone I love, told me on Wednesday, "the sun will rise again tomorrow" That didn't bring me the peace he intended. I am still in the darkness that you so eloquently describe. Thank you for choosing to share this.
Thanks Maggie