My father was much like your father, except that his god was booze. Thank you for writing this. The dream made me cry. I then listened—really listened to “The River” and cried some more. That was my town.
This is what inheritance feels like when it is not money but shadow: a hand you were taught to hold, even while it pulls you toward the edge. The miracle is not that the fall never happened. It did. Again and again. The miracle is learning that letting go is not betrayal. Sometimes it is the first honest prayer the body ever prays. Wings, apparently, begin as refusal.
That dream, the doubts, the disbelief, the darkness, those depths....they should never be what a dad is for a child. And yet thankfully.... there was light, in the music, the books, the chess, your great grandmother and your determination and bravery. You have so much admiration from me Kelly. 🫠
Beautiful,Kelly. The writing, the structure. Breathtaking. I often miss the father I didn’t have, the father he would have been if the boy he was could have been allowed to grow straight up without all that warping. He was such a sensitive soul under it, probably a writer and photographer. Your dad was a musician, and more. He was beautiful in the photos. So sad.
The mythical figure twisted into a shape that supports their domination of everything and everyone through the power of shame and humiliation. A god made by man for men.
Your writing is so deeply beautiful. I’m trembling from the power of this piece. Thank you for sharing this, Kelly. I could say more about how impactful it was but I’m feeling it so strongly that words are eluding me. 🙏🎼
This was the most heartfelt and deeply resonating post I have read in a while, I really loved how you articulated your thoughts emotions and experiences. It felt like I was sitting next to you right beside you while you gentle spoke. Absolutely beautiful piece ♥️
Stunning writing.
Thank you, my friend. ☺️
My father was much like your father, except that his god was booze. Thank you for writing this. The dream made me cry. I then listened—really listened to “The River” and cried some more. That was my town.
My heart to yours.
Gorgeous writing, as always. Such a pleasure to read your work.
Thank you Naomi. I appreciate your presence here.
This is what inheritance feels like when it is not money but shadow: a hand you were taught to hold, even while it pulls you toward the edge. The miracle is not that the fall never happened. It did. Again and again. The miracle is learning that letting go is not betrayal. Sometimes it is the first honest prayer the body ever prays. Wings, apparently, begin as refusal.
Apparently. Your response is so gratifying. 🫡Yes, yes, yes. And love doesn’t mean staying.
That dream, the doubts, the disbelief, the darkness, those depths....they should never be what a dad is for a child. And yet thankfully.... there was light, in the music, the books, the chess, your great grandmother and your determination and bravery. You have so much admiration from me Kelly. 🫠
Yes, light and dark, Sally. He could have been an artist. Thank you.
Beautiful,Kelly. The writing, the structure. Breathtaking. I often miss the father I didn’t have, the father he would have been if the boy he was could have been allowed to grow straight up without all that warping. He was such a sensitive soul under it, probably a writer and photographer. Your dad was a musician, and more. He was beautiful in the photos. So sad.
😢thank you Susan. Yes, I am somewhat the artist in him he had to deny.
It is so sad. Our fathers were never ours but they were never their own either.
Too bad he had to, or thought he did. Such a cost.
All for God.
The mythical figure twisted into a shape that supports their domination of everything and everyone through the power of shame and humiliation. A god made by man for men.
Your writing is so deeply beautiful. I’m trembling from the power of this piece. Thank you for sharing this, Kelly. I could say more about how impactful it was but I’m feeling it so strongly that words are eluding me. 🙏🎼
Thank you, Elizabeth. This particular piece is close to my heart and your reading completes the circle. 🙏🏻
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So heart wrenching and beautiful, you intertwined perfectly.
Thank you so much, Marilyn.
This was indeed an absolutely beautiful piece
This was the most heartfelt and deeply resonating post I have read in a while, I really loved how you articulated your thoughts emotions and experiences. It felt like I was sitting next to you right beside you while you gentle spoke. Absolutely beautiful piece ♥️
So appreciate this read, Aaliya. It means everything.
Bless you darling keep writing and shining ♥️