It arrived as a tidal wave,
so much love from
so many people
all around the world.
Too much, too much,
I thought, until
I imagined just one
person not sending
love and then knew
with every cell
that drowning in love
was the only way
to stay afloat.—Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
*a personal note–
dear friends, we are a week from the fourth anniversary of my son’s death, and as I reach this milestone I can feel it approaching in my body–something in the color of the trees, the temperature at night, the slant of the light. My whole body remembers. And I remember, too, not only the horror but also the shock of the love. And so many of you were the ones who were there for me. I will forever remember how carried I was (still am) by your love. Thank you for the tidal wave. I do not know how I would have survived without it. May all who are grieving be carried by love through no effort of their own.
*Also, I will be away from internet for the next few days. I will wait to release this week’s single from my new album Risking Love until I return, and friends, it is HAWT. I’ll be back with a bouquet of poems for you, plus the new video, on Sunday night.
Peace to you, Rosemerry ♡
Thank you, Dana ❤️
August is a curious month of many”arrivals and departures” in my family, and is approached with tenderness and presence. I know you feel so deeply all that has unfolded in the last four years, and I am honored by all you have shared with us since then – it’s been quite a journey, and love was always there.
“love was always there.” So important, this seeing. Thank you for meeting me in these tender spaces, Heidi.
Summers are a mix of sorrow and reflection and ever-growing love for my son’s presence in my life albeit cut short. For me, 5 years this month. Reflecting, I acknowledge your loss as catalyst for progressing in shifting my loss from sorrow to gratitude – for all my son had given me, changed me. Sending you warm hugs and gratitude.
Jazz (on the road – WP may not recognize my iphone)
Hey dear Jazz … five years this month. Oh I send you love. And thank you for your kind words … oh the communion of grief, how we meet each other in these tender spaces.
So odd I was thinking of this today Rosemerry on my morning walk in the woods and actually wrote a piece dedicated to you. Will link you to it tomorrow. You may recall one of the stones and your handwriting on it from years back. The water, the tidal wave, the force of love: feel it pooling around my feet with all you’ve shared with us for so many years. Sending you beams from the PNW lady friend! Bill
Hi dear Bill! I didn’t see the link … but I will go look for it! Receiving the beams and shining them back to you!
You should see a trackback if you’re able to find in your notifications from week ago last Monday! Be well Rosemerry!
❤️
https://pinklightsabre.com/2025/08/11/low-angled-light-for-rosemerry/ see if that works too
there it is!! Thank you! Oh this! This poem. all this light … how it changes the way we see everything ❤️❤️
Yeah I had a picture of a rock you shared with me you wrote on and thought I’d pass it back to you ha…will always remember that phrase and photo when I see the low-angled light.
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Thinking of you today and sending you gobs of love!
Thank you, dear Ann ❤️