The bus going from sleepy little almost-safe morning to um, excuse me, where did literally everyone go, had me doing a nervous laugh... Emily stealing vegetables before marching off is exactly the kind of exhausted girl survival math I respect way too much, like yessss babe, panic later, pocket the snacks first.
Oh Emily… this poor woman cannot catch a break! Well, neither can Harold, as we’ve seen…
Dorie, you really nailed that feeling of exhaustion, loneliness, and fear. And the empty bus was so unsettling. Feeling safe and on your way to hope one minute, falling asleep, and then… everyone is just gone? I love that she chose movement. I found myself questioning what I would do in that situation. Love this series!
I’ve been in a similar position and I know exactly how it feels. One foot forward just keep going until you can’t. The most important thing is to never give up! Our Emily is a fighter, she’s determined.
The wound made sacred is the wound that is no longer carried alone. The wound that is seen. The wound that is held. The wound that is no longer the identity. The sacred is not the denial of the wound. It is the recognition that the wound is not the whole story.
The bus to nowhere is the journey that does not know its destination. The journey that is not about arrival. The journey that is about the movement itself. The movement that carries you toward what you cannot yet name.
She simply keeps taking the next step. Somehow that feels more courageous than certainty ever could.
That’s very true Suzanne. We often seek certainty, yet sometimes momentum is what’s needed more.
Agreed. When you are all in you take it one step at a time.
The bus going from sleepy little almost-safe morning to um, excuse me, where did literally everyone go, had me doing a nervous laugh... Emily stealing vegetables before marching off is exactly the kind of exhausted girl survival math I respect way too much, like yessss babe, panic later, pocket the snacks first.
Yes Asuka! Food is survival! I think she is feeling the moment. I love that “exhausted girl math!” Made me smile. Thank you for your lovely comment 🩷
A lovely bus journey too, Asuka! Kind of :)
Lovely.
Thanks!
Thank you! 🩷
Love this journey! Great work!
Thank you Christopher!
Thanks Christopher!
The wound made sacred.
Yes! Thanks Gan :)
...and that old authentic photo... fantastic...
Thanks Dean!
Amazing novel....🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼
Thank you Dean!
Oh Emily… this poor woman cannot catch a break! Well, neither can Harold, as we’ve seen…
Dorie, you really nailed that feeling of exhaustion, loneliness, and fear. And the empty bus was so unsettling. Feeling safe and on your way to hope one minute, falling asleep, and then… everyone is just gone? I love that she chose movement. I found myself questioning what I would do in that situation. Love this series!
I’ve been in a similar position and I know exactly how it feels. One foot forward just keep going until you can’t. The most important thing is to never give up! Our Emily is a fighter, she’s determined.
She's a fighter like you! 💕
In that respect I envy her. She has something and someone to fight for. I don’t.
The wound made sacred is the wound that is no longer carried alone. The wound that is seen. The wound that is held. The wound that is no longer the identity. The sacred is not the denial of the wound. It is the recognition that the wound is not the whole story.
The bus to nowhere is the journey that does not know its destination. The journey that is not about arrival. The journey that is about the movement itself. The movement that carries you toward what you cannot yet name.