It was the very first thing I thought of when I saw the title of your Substack. ❤️ Do you remember several years ago there was a guy who just walked up a mountain in the Peak District and laid down and died? I think of him often; I reckon he just wanted a sky burial. ❤️
Awesome post, Jill! You're so REAL - you have such a gift for just scooping me up with your words and pulling me along with you for what is always an exhilarating ride! 🙌
Poignant, beautiful and everything else. Thank you so much.
Jill, this was characteristically magical. Stellar song pairing.
Such an interesting etching on the Lynchway, it made me think of Tibetan Sky Burials. Also such interesting contemplations on permeability, the illusion of solidity, and boundary enforcement. I saw a physiotherapist a while ago who told me it would be beneficial to invest in some serious, whole body compression clothing. I did, and the first time I put it all on, I felt like a stick-person that had just been coloured in. It was such a wild experience, being in my 30’s and actually experiencing where my physical body was in time and space for the first time (that I could remember). It also made me realise how detachment from that feeling had been a defence mechanism, to avoid having to experience the near constant space invasion, so to speak. Anyway, looking forward to part two 💗
I really enjoyed this. I know Oxford well, and you really make it come alive. I also know that lychgate! I will catch up with the previous parts of this from your archive.
006 — Morning after 🍳
It was the very first thing I thought of when I saw the title of your Substack. ❤️ Do you remember several years ago there was a guy who just walked up a mountain in the Peak District and laid down and died? I think of him often; I reckon he just wanted a sky burial. ❤️
Awesome post, Jill! You're so REAL - you have such a gift for just scooping me up with your words and pulling me along with you for what is always an exhilarating ride! 🙌
Poignant, beautiful and everything else. Thank you so much.
Jill, this was characteristically magical. Stellar song pairing.
Such an interesting etching on the Lynchway, it made me think of Tibetan Sky Burials. Also such interesting contemplations on permeability, the illusion of solidity, and boundary enforcement. I saw a physiotherapist a while ago who told me it would be beneficial to invest in some serious, whole body compression clothing. I did, and the first time I put it all on, I felt like a stick-person that had just been coloured in. It was such a wild experience, being in my 30’s and actually experiencing where my physical body was in time and space for the first time (that I could remember). It also made me realise how detachment from that feeling had been a defence mechanism, to avoid having to experience the near constant space invasion, so to speak. Anyway, looking forward to part two 💗
I really enjoyed this. I know Oxford well, and you really make it come alive. I also know that lychgate! I will catch up with the previous parts of this from your archive.
"I am so perforated the wind seems almost to pass through me." Fabulous stuff! And Brown's. I could hear the burnt toast being scraped in the back....
Haha maybe I should change my name to lovely robot! You’re so welcome wonderful one, I’m very much enjoying everything you write ❤️
Oh what a lovely treat to wake up to. You’re so so talented and have the a beautiful voice also! 💕💗💖