This part really stuck with me: "And I’ll gladly let you take over this body - to remind me of the sweetness of what it means to be still alive, to be the survived." Sending my love to you, Raveena.
sent chills down my body in the familiarity of the feeling ..the grief and the magic ..the way you expressed was intoxicating…and I felt myself in you. except my grief is opposite of yours- childless..the mother still here, but my baby daughter’s sparkling soul, is not ..not where I can touch her, but still around me as starbursts and fractals of light. 💗🌸
I felt my abuela so strongly those first few months after she passed last year, and I still do. Grief is the most absurd, psychedelic experience I’ve had, more than any drug or disaster I’ve endured
Extremely moving and my last work explores a similar ache. Thank you sharing your beautiful beautiful work. I was able to see your pain and my pain and all of our pain as one and feel it alchemize as I continued to read.
I wish we didn't have to be members of the same club of motherless daughters. But I deeply appreciate you sharing your writing, as it makes those of us who know this place feel less alone: "And I’ll gladly let you take over this body - to remind me of the sweetness of what it means to be still alive, to be the survived." 🩷
Your writing is heartbreakingly comforting, I can see my own love for my mother in the love you have for yours. Thank you for writing this beautiful peace of transcendent connection between two women on international women's day. xx
Raveena, this is truly one of the most beautiful pieces I have ever read. Thank you for your vulnerability. For allowing us to see you, and hear you in your grief. Your deep connection with your mother is so beautiful and felt. I love you <3
I thank your mom for the wonderful gifts she left us with & still giving 💖, you have been such a blessing in my life. You’ve been healing me through your music & words. I want you to know we are here for you always 💖sweet raveena
This part really stuck with me: "And I’ll gladly let you take over this body - to remind me of the sweetness of what it means to be still alive, to be the survived." Sending my love to you, Raveena.
The kind of writing that burrows into your chest and finds a home there 💚 sending so much love
Taal and Lagaan are also my comfort Bollywood soundtracks 🥰 and thank you as always for putting words to the rawness of grief, sending love
sent chills down my body in the familiarity of the feeling ..the grief and the magic ..the way you expressed was intoxicating…and I felt myself in you. except my grief is opposite of yours- childless..the mother still here, but my baby daughter’s sparkling soul, is not ..not where I can touch her, but still around me as starbursts and fractals of light. 💗🌸
I felt my abuela so strongly those first few months after she passed last year, and I still do. Grief is the most absurd, psychedelic experience I’ve had, more than any drug or disaster I’ve endured
What a beautiful piece of writing 💗Honored to read your words.
Extremely moving and my last work explores a similar ache. Thank you sharing your beautiful beautiful work. I was able to see your pain and my pain and all of our pain as one and feel it alchemize as I continued to read.
I wish we didn't have to be members of the same club of motherless daughters. But I deeply appreciate you sharing your writing, as it makes those of us who know this place feel less alone: "And I’ll gladly let you take over this body - to remind me of the sweetness of what it means to be still alive, to be the survived." 🩷
Your writing is heartbreakingly comforting, I can see my own love for my mother in the love you have for yours. Thank you for writing this beautiful peace of transcendent connection between two women on international women's day. xx
Raveena, this is truly one of the most beautiful pieces I have ever read. Thank you for your vulnerability. For allowing us to see you, and hear you in your grief. Your deep connection with your mother is so beautiful and felt. I love you <3
raveena, i genuinely and truly think you are one of my favorite writers to exist. thank you, again, for sharing something so vulnerable.
This is the most beautiful thing I've ever read, wow. <3
I thank your mom for the wonderful gifts she left us with & still giving 💖, you have been such a blessing in my life. You’ve been healing me through your music & words. I want you to know we are here for you always 💖sweet raveena
I am in tears reading this, this is beautiful. Grief is the strongest form of love ❤️
And I’ll gladly let you take over this body - to remind me of the sweetness of what it means to be still alive, to be the survived.
This part brought tears to my eyes. <3