Beautiful words, and a tribute to the sun… I’m always awed by it. Those sun rays, energy that’s been bouncing around likely for millions of years inside the star before it escapes, then takes only 8 minutes to reach your face and warm you with a gentle kiss.✨
The sun does not care about our moisturizers, our theology, or our little plans to age gracefully. It just keeps blessing and burning like a silent monk with terrible boundaries. This is gorgeous. Tender, brutal, and somehow still grateful. Blessed are the ones who can lift their face toward the fire and not call it punishment.
“Rays of cosmic indifference” really lands. And that last turn, choosing to lift your face and bless it anyway, feels less like praise and more like an acceptance of something radiant and unfeeling. <3
Stunning imaginary 🌺
Thank you kindly, Ashu. I'm glad you are here.
I don't like you. You make it look easy. It's too good.
It’s ok. I know you love me. 💕😎😏
The sun is all forgiving. What else in our lives shows up everyday, regardless, and never wavers?
Dogs. 😏😎
Beautiful work Kim!
Thanks, Aaron
Hi Kim,
this is deeply felt.
Kelly! I'm delighted it resonated with you.
Hi Kim, I’m so glad. But it shouldn’t be surprising. Your work always resonates. So beautiful.
ode to the sun ... our shiny star ... I'm sure she thanks you ...
and wishes us well ... 🦋
I really enjoyed this, Kim.
The imagery worked beautifully.
"Crackling bones, whitewashed
By well-aged regret"
👌
Hello, Tony. Thank you. I'm always interested in which lines resonate with readers.
Beautifully written. Love this
Thank you, Kayla. I hope you are well.
Love the directness! Cheering you on.
Here's to facing the sun...in all its forms.
I love the contrast in this. Light and burn existing at the same time really stayed with me 🤍
Beautiful words, and a tribute to the sun… I’m always awed by it. Those sun rays, energy that’s been bouncing around likely for millions of years inside the star before it escapes, then takes only 8 minutes to reach your face and warm you with a gentle kiss.✨
🙃
And then agitate cells into cancer! heh. 😏
Gorgeous!
Thank you, sir. How are you?
Beautifully written. 👏👏👏👏👏💜💜💜💜💜😊😊😊😊😊
Thank you, Aria!
The sun does not care about our moisturizers, our theology, or our little plans to age gracefully. It just keeps blessing and burning like a silent monk with terrible boundaries. This is gorgeous. Tender, brutal, and somehow still grateful. Blessed are the ones who can lift their face toward the fire and not call it punishment.
Thank you! For reading and commenting...you're right there in the heat of it!
The sun landing on working hands, not just pretty skin... It made the warmth turn sharp for me, like... oh, there’s the cost too...
Always a cost to living. hi!
“Rays of cosmic indifference” really lands. And that last turn, choosing to lift your face and bless it anyway, feels less like praise and more like an acceptance of something radiant and unfeeling. <3
As much as I believe we are significant, I believe we are not. :)
Maybe not quite as significant as we like to think. :)