Hi Simone, your writing is beautiful, deeply layered, a true soul journey, and thank you for letting us witness it. I too look back to remember, to honor, to see where memory takes me. Some memories move across time, the laughter, the lights, the feather, the pauses in the phone calls, all reminders that love never ends, it only shifts form. And that is our gift, to have memories and hold them close. You writing is energy!
Hi Katerina, thank you for your beautiful comment, and for witnessing it with me, Bron and i have these sorts of conversations all the time, we have to pause so i can jot things down, sometimes we pause to ask who has come through — our mothers appear from time to time. It is quite fascinating and a fabulous bond given we have spent most of our lives apart. When we did live within a 100km of each other, we still only saw each other about 4 times a year. Definitely a gift.
I need to revisit your post — I was at wrk so was on a break when I read it. Yes, everything is energy. 🙏 🌊
Wow Simone! Tears. Thank you for moving energy through the spaces of words. Every time I read you I seem to be watching from a different set of eyes. Yes I see things move. Thank you for sharing your writing. It definitely is a new way of seeing. Thanks John! Bron and Will. Blessings Simone! Keep moving those feathers too John! 🙏❤️
Hi Jamie, Thank you 🙏 💚. There were a few extra tears in writing this, and in reading it to Bron — who laughed and cried, and again. It has been some time coming despite the poking. There are so many stories in the connections, so many synchronicities. Thank you for being here with your support Jamie. Things are moving, keep watching says John. And thank you too for sharing this post. 😊 🎶 💙
This is so heartbreaking, and soothing at the same time, reassurance beyond the pain.
Thank you so much for sharing these moments.
I'm still not emotionally equipped for dystopian fiction. Don't think I ever will be. I don't understand why we would need (want?) dystopian fiction... if it would help us figure out and process the many challenges in life, I wouldn't mind. But it only seems to distract.
Writings like THESE is how we support ourselves and each other on this evolutionary journey! 🦅 🪶 🤍🙏
Hi Veronika, Thank you 🌱. Yes so heartbreaking for Bron — the soul connection is soothing and brings such gifts, an acceptance of being beyond this one life, which circles back to the gift of this life — as has been what I am receiving. Thank you re sharing your aversion to dystopian fiction — I don't get it either, particularly given what I believe about creating our reality based on where we focus our energy. I am learning that how we best support ourselves and each other is on acceptance of the full emotional plane — you know that of course, with your extensive work. Another gift. 🙏 😊Thank you also for sharing this post. ❤️
"I don't get it either, particularly given what I believe about creating our reality based on where we focus our energy."
Exactly! Thank you!!! 🙏
I was part of a writer's group some years ago, where dystopian fiction was the dominant genre... I didn't get it... The argument was that 'we have to be realistic...'
What?! I still don't understand. Why do we need to pick out the shit, make it even more creepy and dark than it already is, and slap a label of 'realism' onto it?
What's wrong with creating beauty? Focusing on love and beauty without denying the pain?
The funny thing is that those 'dystopian realists' don't know how to process their pain. Writing dystopian novels about the shitty parts they see in the world doesn't transform anything. It only adds more novels about the shitty stuff that happens in the human world...
I've been thinking about this a lot (as you can probably tell) and came up with the idea of creating a new genre: I call it syntopian fiction (works for non-fiction too)
In syntopian literature there is always a resolution at the end, where all the previously misaligned parts and hostile characters find ways of working together...
Hi Veronika, I noticed you had written 'syntopian non-fiction' when you retacked my post, thank you for this clarification — I think it is great 😊.
Totally with you — what is realistic about it? No more real than any other possibility of timeline we may manifest through choice. What a great point — it doesn't 'transform' anything.
Nothing wrong with creating beauty — from the pain. We are living that — now, and everyday we create, shift, evolve, through remembering and harnessing the beauty into feeling into listening the all of it. No by passing. Thank you Veronika. 🙏 💚
Thank you for sharing some of your most intimate moments (childhood). Your writing leaves me breathless. I will say, you are incredibly lucky to have such a soul sister in Bronwyn and your twin flame in John. In this life, I've experienced many deep relationships but they were only for a period of time. So, it is with envy that I write this! 💖🪽💖
HI Lani, thank you for noticing the childhood stuff. Thank you also for your comment about my writing, I really do appreciate it and am grateful when it finds resonance with people in this community. Yes, I have been blessed to have these continuing soul connections. Thank you 🙏 💜
I love this, beauty!! And love seeing your picture, too.
I wholeheartedly agree with your statement about our emotions granting access to knowing. I mean, that can be the only 'rational' explanation for me because I am emotional (sensual) and I have a deep knowing. Of myself, without question, but of others, too. Okay, okay, likely it comes from me also being gifted in the area of silence and stillness, so that I CAN listen.
I love your friendship with Bronwyn. In my mind, that is how friendship IS supposed to be! Nothing brings you closer than death, either. I had a friend I had barely known a minute, next thing you know, we were besties for life. When her new husband was diagnosed with terminal cancer not long after, all she had to do was pick up the phone and say "I need you," and I'd drop everything (including my newborn), and fly off for her. Likewise, she is the friend I can (and may still) call and say "meet me here, bring a shovel" and she absolutely would, without question. It is understood, should I die before her, that she should take over and make sure things get done. And she will. If I died tomorrow, she wouldn't let my kids forget EVER that I loved them, that I was proud of them, and they were the best thing in my life. We have a plan, too, when our husbands are gone, that we will buy a large plot of land and build a woman's compound of a shared kitchen and a bunch of mini-houses, so we all have our own place to retreat to.
LOVE your poem - so beautiful and heartfelt. Love ya, Sis. XO
Hi Danielle, So pleased you enjoyed this one 😊. That is Bronwyn in the photo with John — "I wouldn't have sat on him if we knew he had MND then", she says on the phone, and I can only laugh and reply, "look at his eyes, he is saying help me", I took the photo. 🤣 🙏. We do laugh heaps, in between the tears and madness. Yes, I think listening is central to knowing, that feeling into listening, as I like to say.
Interesting, your point about discussing with your friend in the event of who dies first. Bron and I have spoken about death from early in our friendship, I do think our soul knows so many synchronicities in our lives despite our different trajectories. And your plan re when your husbands are gone — we have discussed exactly the same thing. Thanks for loving the poem too. Love ya right back Sis. 🥰
Loved this 🥹🥰 the details, the revelations, the relationships. I am *always* watching for feathers, by the way! 🪶 I love that feather moving around 😅🙏🏼✨
Wow what a biggie Simone! So much to comment on and take in from "having me hyperventilate to see if it would induce a seizure" to philosophy to the bonds of friendship, hats and feathers. Thank you for sharing such an intimate reveal and unfolding. xx
Good morning 💚 — the fairy crone is a bit tired this morning, she went to bed late. And off to meet the brilliant minds at school today — the kids. 🤦🏼♀️ 😁
I just finished brewing a pot of cinnamon coffee, yummy, coffee is a ritual space with lots of half and half cream no sweetener, magic medicine potion 🦥
Hi Simone, your writing is beautiful, deeply layered, a true soul journey, and thank you for letting us witness it. I too look back to remember, to honor, to see where memory takes me. Some memories move across time, the laughter, the lights, the feather, the pauses in the phone calls, all reminders that love never ends, it only shifts form. And that is our gift, to have memories and hold them close. You writing is energy!
Hi Katerina, thank you for your beautiful comment, and for witnessing it with me, Bron and i have these sorts of conversations all the time, we have to pause so i can jot things down, sometimes we pause to ask who has come through — our mothers appear from time to time. It is quite fascinating and a fabulous bond given we have spent most of our lives apart. When we did live within a 100km of each other, we still only saw each other about 4 times a year. Definitely a gift.
I need to revisit your post — I was at wrk so was on a break when I read it. Yes, everything is energy. 🙏 🌊
Wow Simone! Tears. Thank you for moving energy through the spaces of words. Every time I read you I seem to be watching from a different set of eyes. Yes I see things move. Thank you for sharing your writing. It definitely is a new way of seeing. Thanks John! Bron and Will. Blessings Simone! Keep moving those feathers too John! 🙏❤️
Hi Jamie, Thank you 🙏 💚. There were a few extra tears in writing this, and in reading it to Bron — who laughed and cried, and again. It has been some time coming despite the poking. There are so many stories in the connections, so many synchronicities. Thank you for being here with your support Jamie. Things are moving, keep watching says John. And thank you too for sharing this post. 😊 🎶 💙
This is so heartbreaking, and soothing at the same time, reassurance beyond the pain.
Thank you so much for sharing these moments.
I'm still not emotionally equipped for dystopian fiction. Don't think I ever will be. I don't understand why we would need (want?) dystopian fiction... if it would help us figure out and process the many challenges in life, I wouldn't mind. But it only seems to distract.
Writings like THESE is how we support ourselves and each other on this evolutionary journey! 🦅 🪶 🤍🙏
Hi Veronika, Thank you 🌱. Yes so heartbreaking for Bron — the soul connection is soothing and brings such gifts, an acceptance of being beyond this one life, which circles back to the gift of this life — as has been what I am receiving. Thank you re sharing your aversion to dystopian fiction — I don't get it either, particularly given what I believe about creating our reality based on where we focus our energy. I am learning that how we best support ourselves and each other is on acceptance of the full emotional plane — you know that of course, with your extensive work. Another gift. 🙏 😊Thank you also for sharing this post. ❤️
"I don't get it either, particularly given what I believe about creating our reality based on where we focus our energy."
Exactly! Thank you!!! 🙏
I was part of a writer's group some years ago, where dystopian fiction was the dominant genre... I didn't get it... The argument was that 'we have to be realistic...'
What?! I still don't understand. Why do we need to pick out the shit, make it even more creepy and dark than it already is, and slap a label of 'realism' onto it?
What's wrong with creating beauty? Focusing on love and beauty without denying the pain?
The funny thing is that those 'dystopian realists' don't know how to process their pain. Writing dystopian novels about the shitty parts they see in the world doesn't transform anything. It only adds more novels about the shitty stuff that happens in the human world...
I've been thinking about this a lot (as you can probably tell) and came up with the idea of creating a new genre: I call it syntopian fiction (works for non-fiction too)
In syntopian literature there is always a resolution at the end, where all the previously misaligned parts and hostile characters find ways of working together...
Hi Veronika, I noticed you had written 'syntopian non-fiction' when you retacked my post, thank you for this clarification — I think it is great 😊.
Totally with you — what is realistic about it? No more real than any other possibility of timeline we may manifest through choice. What a great point — it doesn't 'transform' anything.
Nothing wrong with creating beauty — from the pain. We are living that — now, and everyday we create, shift, evolve, through remembering and harnessing the beauty into feeling into listening the all of it. No by passing. Thank you Veronika. 🙏 💚
Yes! We are quietly creating a new genre... 🖐️
🙌 🌀🌱 🤍
This is a beautiful account of love and friendship, Simone. Thank you for sharing from your heart. Blessings to you.
Hi Lois, Thank you for reading and your lovely comment. Straight from the heart. Blessings back to you 🙏 💔
Thank you for sharing some of your most intimate moments (childhood). Your writing leaves me breathless. I will say, you are incredibly lucky to have such a soul sister in Bronwyn and your twin flame in John. In this life, I've experienced many deep relationships but they were only for a period of time. So, it is with envy that I write this! 💖🪽💖
HI Lani, thank you for noticing the childhood stuff. Thank you also for your comment about my writing, I really do appreciate it and am grateful when it finds resonance with people in this community. Yes, I have been blessed to have these continuing soul connections. Thank you 🙏 💜
I love this, beauty!! And love seeing your picture, too.
I wholeheartedly agree with your statement about our emotions granting access to knowing. I mean, that can be the only 'rational' explanation for me because I am emotional (sensual) and I have a deep knowing. Of myself, without question, but of others, too. Okay, okay, likely it comes from me also being gifted in the area of silence and stillness, so that I CAN listen.
I love your friendship with Bronwyn. In my mind, that is how friendship IS supposed to be! Nothing brings you closer than death, either. I had a friend I had barely known a minute, next thing you know, we were besties for life. When her new husband was diagnosed with terminal cancer not long after, all she had to do was pick up the phone and say "I need you," and I'd drop everything (including my newborn), and fly off for her. Likewise, she is the friend I can (and may still) call and say "meet me here, bring a shovel" and she absolutely would, without question. It is understood, should I die before her, that she should take over and make sure things get done. And she will. If I died tomorrow, she wouldn't let my kids forget EVER that I loved them, that I was proud of them, and they were the best thing in my life. We have a plan, too, when our husbands are gone, that we will buy a large plot of land and build a woman's compound of a shared kitchen and a bunch of mini-houses, so we all have our own place to retreat to.
LOVE your poem - so beautiful and heartfelt. Love ya, Sis. XO
Hi Danielle, So pleased you enjoyed this one 😊. That is Bronwyn in the photo with John — "I wouldn't have sat on him if we knew he had MND then", she says on the phone, and I can only laugh and reply, "look at his eyes, he is saying help me", I took the photo. 🤣 🙏. We do laugh heaps, in between the tears and madness. Yes, I think listening is central to knowing, that feeling into listening, as I like to say.
Interesting, your point about discussing with your friend in the event of who dies first. Bron and I have spoken about death from early in our friendship, I do think our soul knows so many synchronicities in our lives despite our different trajectories. And your plan re when your husbands are gone — we have discussed exactly the same thing. Thanks for loving the poem too. Love ya right back Sis. 🥰
Loved this 🥹🥰 the details, the revelations, the relationships. I am *always* watching for feathers, by the way! 🪶 I love that feather moving around 😅🙏🏼✨
Thank you for your work!
Thanks Rasha 🙏😊. Yes, John’s very funny. No doubt your angels when send you feathers 🪶💚
Wow what a biggie Simone! So much to comment on and take in from "having me hyperventilate to see if it would induce a seizure" to philosophy to the bonds of friendship, hats and feathers. Thank you for sharing such an intimate reveal and unfolding. xx
Thanks Jo, appreciate you being here 😊🖤. It was a biggie - emotionally . Off to the surf today 🌊🌊
Enjoy! xx
Got smashed 🌊💙😂
Awesome! Nothing like nature giving you a good old smash. 😄
“Choose your own adventure”
🌟💫🌟✨⭐️🌟💫
🔥Madam Simone Banjo Crone
Thanks for sharing the post Lady Geraldine ❤️
Me too 🦦I throughly enjoyed and learned much from my adorable 101 philosophy professor, and was super charged by said “knowledge” 💋
I loved Philosophy too, and did my minor thesis for my Bachelor of Education in Philosophy, even though I majored in English 🤣 💜
Bad to the 🦴 bone 🔥
“And of scientific evidence?”
Boom shackalaka boom 💥 boom boom💥💥
🤣 🔥 ❤️
My Ph.D Fairy Crone Madam Simone 💥🌀🧚♀️
Good morning 💚 — the fairy crone is a bit tired this morning, she went to bed late. And off to meet the brilliant minds at school today — the kids. 🤦🏼♀️ 😁
Take it slow Simone and perhaps an assignment on being sleep deprived and staying awake and committed to your passions, a medicinal approach 🤣🌀🦦
🤣 🌀 ☕️ ☕️ the medicine is currently brewing 🙏
I enjoy sips of coffee all the time, just little tastes, a coffee frame of mind it’s a reference of sorts, an anticipated moment.
Take it slow and have a selfcare day.
The kids are always good with me 💜
I just finished brewing a pot of cinnamon coffee, yummy, coffee is a ritual space with lots of half and half cream no sweetener, magic medicine potion 🦥
Have a great evening ... off to school I go 🤣 ❤️
Bahahaha “I would have been absent” bahahaha I’m rolling on the floor 👀
Good morning sister Geraldine, I rolled all over the floor when I wrote it, glad you like it too 🤣
The wow’s continue 💋💥🌀
You are a brave woman.
Thank you ❤️