“standing at the crossroads, feeling how the wind blows”... Thank you Holly. We are holding so many experiences both present and past. I wrote a poem about 911 during the pandemic. It was a series of memories and events from that day. The one that continues to bring me to tears is when we walked over the Williamsburg Bridge and the Hasidic community was there with water handing it to us 🥹 In these times, I am trying to continue that spirit ❤️
Dear Holly, your story sent chills through me and brought tears to my eyes. I can hear those children singing so loudly in hopes to take away the fear and darkness for you, Oli and everyone in Paris. I’m so grateful you shared.
I knew it was Waldorf school just from your descriptions, many of my friends are Waldorf teachers & their lives are full of song & wonder. Juxtaposed with Paris that night, you being so close by, we can reach out, we can sing louder! 🙏👏
As I snuggled in bed last night I kept scrolling opposites in my thoughts. My safe community at that moment while someone else in another place was not. My seeming-less painless recovery, while another family who is very ill writhes in pain. ...And then you write of a child’s lovely innocence singing in the darkness.
I love reading your stories, Holly. Keep them coming.
Oh Holly....I was living in Paris at the time. That night I declined dinner with my friends, not far from that spot because I was tired and wanted to stay home. It is crazy to me that the night before I was standing next to le Petit Cambodge after yoga, talking to my friend at the time when the following day, the shooting happened.
So, so beautiful. I love the way you’ve articulated these strange, dichotomous realities, and I love love LOVE that song. Thanks as always for sharing.
Holly-I have been thinking about this essay for days, and after much contemplation my words just don't come on how to express the impact of your writing. The innocence of children, the music sung with heart and soul, the tragedy of what took place in Paris...whirling around in my heart and mind. Impacting on so many levels.
I remember that night - and YOU WERE THERE? How unbelievably scary. We called friends to make sure they were safe - and they were, but lost others close to them. If only we can carry that song of children in our hearts. If only to make us braver, to block out the darkness, the horror of terror, to change the dark souls of all who would do us harm. If only.
I am still processing this one...it deserves to breathe before I comment. Thank you, Holly.
“standing at the crossroads, feeling how the wind blows”... Thank you Holly. We are holding so many experiences both present and past. I wrote a poem about 911 during the pandemic. It was a series of memories and events from that day. The one that continues to bring me to tears is when we walked over the Williamsburg Bridge and the Hasidic community was there with water handing it to us 🥹 In these times, I am trying to continue that spirit ❤️
Dear Holly, your story sent chills through me and brought tears to my eyes. I can hear those children singing so loudly in hopes to take away the fear and darkness for you, Oli and everyone in Paris. I’m so grateful you shared.
I knew it was Waldorf school just from your descriptions, many of my friends are Waldorf teachers & their lives are full of song & wonder. Juxtaposed with Paris that night, you being so close by, we can reach out, we can sing louder! 🙏👏
As I snuggled in bed last night I kept scrolling opposites in my thoughts. My safe community at that moment while someone else in another place was not. My seeming-less painless recovery, while another family who is very ill writhes in pain. ...And then you write of a child’s lovely innocence singing in the darkness.
I love reading your stories, Holly. Keep them coming.
Oh Holly....I was living in Paris at the time. That night I declined dinner with my friends, not far from that spot because I was tired and wanted to stay home. It is crazy to me that the night before I was standing next to le Petit Cambodge after yoga, talking to my friend at the time when the following day, the shooting happened.
Anyway, it was a beautiful, deep piece.
Thank you so much for sharing this story and song. Very happy to know that you were safe in Paris, also one of my favorite cities. J’ami Paris!
So, so beautiful. I love the way you’ve articulated these strange, dichotomous realities, and I love love LOVE that song. Thanks as always for sharing.
Thank you for sharing. Holding you and your words in my thoughts. Sending light and love ❤️
Beautiful, tender, and achingly heartfelt.
Holly-I have been thinking about this essay for days, and after much contemplation my words just don't come on how to express the impact of your writing. The innocence of children, the music sung with heart and soul, the tragedy of what took place in Paris...whirling around in my heart and mind. Impacting on so many levels.
So grateful you put this story in the world. So powerful, so full of hope ❤️
Heartfelt...in so many ways Holly!
I remember that night - and YOU WERE THERE? How unbelievably scary. We called friends to make sure they were safe - and they were, but lost others close to them. If only we can carry that song of children in our hearts. If only to make us braver, to block out the darkness, the horror of terror, to change the dark souls of all who would do us harm. If only.
So moving and so beautiful.
It’s still one of the more memorable songs from my kids time at nursery school!