Sometimes - like, this morning - I don't notice how brittle and contained I feel. Opening email today, coming upon this post from you, I notice. My heart softens, eyes fill, warm tears spill. It's easy to feel edgy and unsettled these days (for me anyway), warding off tenderness and wonder. So, thank you for your heart and your words, the loving reminder of love and connection. As far as I can tell in this 66th year on earth, love and connection are the greatest nourishment ... connection with heart, nature, one another, all that is. Your deep sharings are a touchstone and a beacon, calling me home to what matters most. Thank you. On your first Thanksgiving sans Michael's physical presence, I hold you (both) in my heart with gratitude, appreciation, and love.
What a great start to my Thanksgivings Day morning. A potpourri of music, poetry and musings for the soul. taken in whole, a concert. I don't think I've read Cats Cradle since high school in 1969 perhaps. - maybe too young to fully appreciate it among all the rock em sock em science fiction I would be reading at the time.
The reading of the "Eulogy of the COVID Kapos" by Doc Malik is an anthem for these times. It should be sent to the fighters against the lockdowns, mandates, and vaccine worshipers and to the to the politicians and media narrativists who are responsible for all this death and misery.
One definition of serendipity is luck, but with Margaret Anna Alice, I think she spent her whole life preparing for this time in history to properly respond as a voice for reason to save humanity with "Mistakes Were Not Made". It is serendipitous by design and it describes greatness, not luck, or fate; MAA is great because of her will to be prepared for this fight for humanity. We have much to be thankful for in this great world when Margaret Anna Alice is on your side.
I’m CLARIFYING what to most sentient readers was a clear statement. Discovering Margaret Anna Alice through her “Anthem”as a passionate, perspicacious, and courageous voice for medical freedom was a personal gift in a time of great crisis.
It so powerfully expressed the sentiment for which so many of us were too inchoate to find the words.
I can’t imagine why my clear wording elicits such confusion!
Gorgeous, grateful piece, Margaret, and I'm so honored to be quoted, although I was only reflecting Mary McLaughlin's glory and her spirited spellchecker ;-) I woke up also thinking about the word magnificent to describe my karass of readers and listeners. A gestalt that's far more than the sum of its parts. A force multiplier when one person has knowledge on one thing and it collides with the insight of another. So many collisions of meaning! A nuclear hearth!
And I don't know how I became so lucky to be in Mary's Apocaloptimist Club with you. It's been a year of deepening something that goes beyond friendship. A mothership voyaging into the beyond. A lifeboat bringing life.
I also woke thinking, "I bet there's an interview somewhere that Ahmad did of Margaret. I need to find that." My wish is obviously your commend! Here it is! I'll be spending this week full to the heartbrim with daughters, but I can't wait to listen to you two, who have both become so dear and precious to me. With a full heart and full eyes, thank you Margaret.
I don't know much, MAA but I do know you are deserving of every good ripple that makes its way to you. May they gather, grow, and turn into waves that flood your life with love and many many blessings.❤️
Sorry for not responding sooner, Margaret Anna. I had to read and reread so many times what you sent out. I was especially focused on Alison´s story. I could and can not let go of it. It made such an impression on me that I couldn´t speak to anyone for days after having read it. It reminded me of my own attack, the will to live, the nastiness overcome only, only through willpower and divine intervention. I wept. I screamed. I felt...how to describe it? It just stuck in my mind and heart. I had heard about her book "I have life" before you mentioned it but never really took the time to read it. I will now. Next thing that happens is I lose my job. Busy looking for another one. Sorry, but I really find this world is the saddest place imaginable. Individual strength is the only way we ever get out of this mess we actually created for ourselves in a system so rotten it can hardly stand upright on its own. Most people just go along with it, not ever realizing it would collapse without their daily support. I don´t seem to get it any longer. I can´t accept this world and the apathy of so many people on a daily basis. You are a beacon of light in this, Margaret Anna Alice, your words and the music. Lead on, lead on.
If I was single, and the type to risk an online dating site, I would post the words of your poem as my bio. It is the perfect description of the kind of people I want in my life. Lions, not sheep.
Dear MAA, you reawaken the poiesis in my heart which fled in trauma a few years ago and now peeks out among strange new friends to find gratitude and the courage to keep on, Love from lost Australia.
Your writing is so beautiful, so deeply felt. I stood in my kitchen early this Thanksgiving morning, surrounded by darkness, reading your poem, "That's What I like About You" . . . tears, joy, sorrow, resilience, community, hope, love, kindness, courage. Thank you, Margaret. I'm saving this one in my "inspiration" folder for when I need a reminder of who we are, which I surely will. Blessings to you from deep in the heart of Texas.
Sometimes - like, this morning - I don't notice how brittle and contained I feel. Opening email today, coming upon this post from you, I notice. My heart softens, eyes fill, warm tears spill. It's easy to feel edgy and unsettled these days (for me anyway), warding off tenderness and wonder. So, thank you for your heart and your words, the loving reminder of love and connection. As far as I can tell in this 66th year on earth, love and connection are the greatest nourishment ... connection with heart, nature, one another, all that is. Your deep sharings are a touchstone and a beacon, calling me home to what matters most. Thank you. On your first Thanksgiving sans Michael's physical presence, I hold you (both) in my heart with gratitude, appreciation, and love.
What a gorgeous and wisdom- filled comment, Kavita. God bless your beautiful heart.
Thank you, Sheila, for your loving words. Bless you back, bunches!
What a great start to my Thanksgivings Day morning. A potpourri of music, poetry and musings for the soul. taken in whole, a concert. I don't think I've read Cats Cradle since high school in 1969 perhaps. - maybe too young to fully appreciate it among all the rock em sock em science fiction I would be reading at the time.
The reading of the "Eulogy of the COVID Kapos" by Doc Malik is an anthem for these times. It should be sent to the fighters against the lockdowns, mandates, and vaccine worshipers and to the to the politicians and media narrativists who are responsible for all this death and misery.
Mistakes Were Not Made. Finding a kindred spirit such as you was a “no mistake.”
Rather, a serendipitous gift…a GPS for the soul during the most trying times in mankind’s struggle to remain free.
One definition of serendipity is luck, but with Margaret Anna Alice, I think she spent her whole life preparing for this time in history to properly respond as a voice for reason to save humanity with "Mistakes Were Not Made". It is serendipitous by design and it describes greatness, not luck, or fate; MAA is great because of her will to be prepared for this fight for humanity. We have much to be thankful for in this great world when Margaret Anna Alice is on your side.
You seem to lack English comprehension, sir!
What would you call the propitious discovery of a kindred spirit on a Substack page?
I was describing my good fortune, not Margaret’s gifts with words!
So what? Words can mean many things to many people, are you dictating what your words should only convey?
I’m CLARIFYING what to most sentient readers was a clear statement. Discovering Margaret Anna Alice through her “Anthem”as a passionate, perspicacious, and courageous voice for medical freedom was a personal gift in a time of great crisis.
It so powerfully expressed the sentiment for which so many of us were too inchoate to find the words.
I can’t imagine why my clear wording elicits such confusion!
Seems to be true 😁
Glad I found our team through you and your remarkably beautiful use of words, friend! Like you, i too am a lover of peace and freedom.
Gorgeous, grateful piece, Margaret, and I'm so honored to be quoted, although I was only reflecting Mary McLaughlin's glory and her spirited spellchecker ;-) I woke up also thinking about the word magnificent to describe my karass of readers and listeners. A gestalt that's far more than the sum of its parts. A force multiplier when one person has knowledge on one thing and it collides with the insight of another. So many collisions of meaning! A nuclear hearth!
And I don't know how I became so lucky to be in Mary's Apocaloptimist Club with you. It's been a year of deepening something that goes beyond friendship. A mothership voyaging into the beyond. A lifeboat bringing life.
I also woke thinking, "I bet there's an interview somewhere that Ahmad did of Margaret. I need to find that." My wish is obviously your commend! Here it is! I'll be spending this week full to the heartbrim with daughters, but I can't wait to listen to you two, who have both become so dear and precious to me. With a full heart and full eyes, thank you Margaret.
We like you too MAA! I am hoping you have a peaceful thanksgiving despite your loss this year.
Thank you for lifting my spirits today! You’re the best, Margaret Anna Alice . With much love and gratitude, Marie-Louise.
i like how you love as you live so shall it be !
I don't know much, MAA but I do know you are deserving of every good ripple that makes its way to you. May they gather, grow, and turn into waves that flood your life with love and many many blessings.❤️
The Go Betweens - Quiet Heart
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The heater's on
The windows are thin
I'm trying hard to keep this warmth in
I turn to her, she's sound asleep
Someplace I don't know
Doesn't matter how far you've come
You've always got further to go
I tried to tell you, yeah
I can only say it when we're apart
About this storm inside of me
And how I miss your quiet, quiet, quiet heart
Two hours on
My eyes are open
There's bad blood between us
And what did I say that made you cry?
Our dream won't die
Doesn't matter how far you come
You've always got further to go
I tried to tell you, yeah
I can only say it when we're apart
About this storm inside of me
And how I miss your quiet, quiet, quiet heart
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dHKMS3Hu-G4
Sorry for not responding sooner, Margaret Anna. I had to read and reread so many times what you sent out. I was especially focused on Alison´s story. I could and can not let go of it. It made such an impression on me that I couldn´t speak to anyone for days after having read it. It reminded me of my own attack, the will to live, the nastiness overcome only, only through willpower and divine intervention. I wept. I screamed. I felt...how to describe it? It just stuck in my mind and heart. I had heard about her book "I have life" before you mentioned it but never really took the time to read it. I will now. Next thing that happens is I lose my job. Busy looking for another one. Sorry, but I really find this world is the saddest place imaginable. Individual strength is the only way we ever get out of this mess we actually created for ourselves in a system so rotten it can hardly stand upright on its own. Most people just go along with it, not ever realizing it would collapse without their daily support. I don´t seem to get it any longer. I can´t accept this world and the apathy of so many people on a daily basis. You are a beacon of light in this, Margaret Anna Alice, your words and the music. Lead on, lead on.
Blessed is the soul.
Amen.
If I was single, and the type to risk an online dating site, I would post the words of your poem as my bio. It is the perfect description of the kind of people I want in my life. Lions, not sheep.
Dear Margaret Anna Alice, Thank you for never giving up. That’s what I like about you (plus your literary brilliance)🙏.
Dear MAA, you reawaken the poiesis in my heart which fled in trauma a few years ago and now peeks out among strange new friends to find gratitude and the courage to keep on, Love from lost Australia.
Your writing is so beautiful, so deeply felt. I stood in my kitchen early this Thanksgiving morning, surrounded by darkness, reading your poem, "That's What I like About You" . . . tears, joy, sorrow, resilience, community, hope, love, kindness, courage. Thank you, Margaret. I'm saving this one in my "inspiration" folder for when I need a reminder of who we are, which I surely will. Blessings to you from deep in the heart of Texas.
Thank you