Just stalking your page and found this lovely article. I'm going to quote my favourite part:
"[I]t is so nice to be out of my head, for the while that I can, heading around familiar corners, whiffing all that is floral, feeling feelings I didn’t know I had but that movement brings them up, and here I am, I’m moving through it all."
Each edition of Sunday Candy is so beautifully unique. I admire how you blend prose, poem, colors, and music to create these mini masterpieces. Thank you for sharing them with us so we can unwrap and savor them each time 💗
29 issues in and “Stay Tender” still reminds me of 🍗, not 🍬. Speaking of, I ordered some EXTRA FIRM ramen noodles the other day. They were definitely not tender; are you mad?
Which I hadn't though of in maany years, but was so important in my teens.
And then with the perfectly curated oldies, it adds an upbeat, quirky layer. Enjoyed both equally!
And made me reflect on how adding different sounds and senses changes your view, and relates to how inaccurate is that transmission from thoughts to words you mention, which then relates to how you accurately and deservedly mention movies and scenes, thought about the importance of the visual side to drive a point home, and maybe, just maybe, we can be graced with some video of yours from those walks? Would love to see what you see, and could add an interesting extra layer (damn that was some stream-of-consciousness string of thoughts you caused).
Also, the fist part captures beautifully the ups and down I experience in any given day, the turmoil and ever-changing inside of me. I loved it and deeply related. Reading it gave me as much peace as one of my favorite quotes ever: “I tell you: one must have chaos in oneself to give birth to a dancing star.”
Thank you for always making my head spin with interesting and soul-warming words!
PINK SUNDAY CANDY 😍 Your header looks like fallen peonies petals and smashed pink cake icing. I’M HERE FOR IT 💖
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Your first confession is so relatable. I love how you put fleeting experiences into words. “It is never the same feeling, never the same sound, never the same texture, and I worry that I’ll never do anything me inside justice.” I was so inspired by this I restacked it.
I wonder if the act of writing is like having a conversation with your mind? We consume all these sounds, colors, textures, and try to make sense of them through writing. Our vision for the piece might constantly change in our minds after every word is written. So its like the final piece is where we left off in the conversation. The piece is like a collaborative act with our minds, and with the birds we heard singing, the dandelion fuzzies dancing above the grass, the solitude of no one around. And I think that’s beautiful.
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I love your poetry! This feeling you captured, wondering where someone or something goes as we pass by, UGH love it. It’s fun to wonder what their stories are. And to wonder, if they’re thinking the same of us.
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Your third and fourth confession/expression are powerful. I’m finding myself trying to analyze it 😬 And I want to know who HE is. Is he real? Or is HE the only certain thing were destined in life?
But really, your poetry, and this last one about the moth, 💙💙💙
💖🌸🍰💖🌸🍰💖
I LOVE EVERYTHING IN THIS SUNDAY CANDY.
And truly love the final playlist. It was SUCH a fun impromptu collabbbb, I’m so happy we got to create something together again. Thank you again for the honor of collaborating on my faveee newsletter <3 The I listened to the whole playlist this morning while I painted. I realized that I can use the Sunday Candy playlists to keep the time while painting. This will be very helpful this summer!
"...but I never capture it all the way I say it in my head, it is never the same feeling, never the same sound, never the same texture, and I worry that I’ll never do anything me inside justice, but when I see a whizzing hummingbird pass me by, I’m reminded that this is a silly thing to be concerned about."
What a lovely way to put such a feeling! I understand this deep in my gut. Thank you for sharing that I'm not alone in it. <3
Be-you-tiful. Your words walk me through this piece. It feels like soft soothing heartfelt story and especially love your mindful expression, ‘because at least these words are mine.’ 💕✨
Just stalking your page and found this lovely article. I'm going to quote my favourite part:
"[I]t is so nice to be out of my head, for the while that I can, heading around familiar corners, whiffing all that is floral, feeling feelings I didn’t know I had but that movement brings them up, and here I am, I’m moving through it all."
Good job Sandra :)
Each edition of Sunday Candy is so beautifully unique. I admire how you blend prose, poem, colors, and music to create these mini masterpieces. Thank you for sharing them with us so we can unwrap and savor them each time 💗
Ah such tender words Sandra! And a Sunday Candy officially on Sunday! Really love the poetry and the warm feeling of it ;) Thank you for sharing!
29 issues in and “Stay Tender” still reminds me of 🍗, not 🍬. Speaking of, I ordered some EXTRA FIRM ramen noodles the other day. They were definitely not tender; are you mad?
Read this with no music a few times and then reread it while listening to the playlist, and the experience changes quite a bit! The first time I was thinking soo much about this song: https://open.spotify.com/track/4pNdWpoIfYUH1Kk1gyn1Y4?si=4db4144076694d12
Which I hadn't though of in maany years, but was so important in my teens.
And then with the perfectly curated oldies, it adds an upbeat, quirky layer. Enjoyed both equally!
And made me reflect on how adding different sounds and senses changes your view, and relates to how inaccurate is that transmission from thoughts to words you mention, which then relates to how you accurately and deservedly mention movies and scenes, thought about the importance of the visual side to drive a point home, and maybe, just maybe, we can be graced with some video of yours from those walks? Would love to see what you see, and could add an interesting extra layer (damn that was some stream-of-consciousness string of thoughts you caused).
Also, the fist part captures beautifully the ups and down I experience in any given day, the turmoil and ever-changing inside of me. I loved it and deeply related. Reading it gave me as much peace as one of my favorite quotes ever: “I tell you: one must have chaos in oneself to give birth to a dancing star.”
Thank you for always making my head spin with interesting and soul-warming words!
Oof this was such a lovely read. And I love the additions of poems in the mix. This piece was very true to the name of your newsletter! :)
Great read and great music as always...McCartney McCartney such a baller record...thanks for all of this!
Your words ARE SO BIG on this page.
The dandelion fuzz pouring out visual is so parallel with the words flowing from head > hand. Where do they all go? 🌸🌼
PINK SUNDAY CANDY 😍 Your header looks like fallen peonies petals and smashed pink cake icing. I’M HERE FOR IT 💖
💖🌸🍰💖🌸🍰💖
Your first confession is so relatable. I love how you put fleeting experiences into words. “It is never the same feeling, never the same sound, never the same texture, and I worry that I’ll never do anything me inside justice.” I was so inspired by this I restacked it.
I wonder if the act of writing is like having a conversation with your mind? We consume all these sounds, colors, textures, and try to make sense of them through writing. Our vision for the piece might constantly change in our minds after every word is written. So its like the final piece is where we left off in the conversation. The piece is like a collaborative act with our minds, and with the birds we heard singing, the dandelion fuzzies dancing above the grass, the solitude of no one around. And I think that’s beautiful.
💖🌸🍰💖🌸🍰💖
I love your poetry! This feeling you captured, wondering where someone or something goes as we pass by, UGH love it. It’s fun to wonder what their stories are. And to wonder, if they’re thinking the same of us.
💖🌸🍰💖🌸🍰💖
Your third and fourth confession/expression are powerful. I’m finding myself trying to analyze it 😬 And I want to know who HE is. Is he real? Or is HE the only certain thing were destined in life?
But really, your poetry, and this last one about the moth, 💙💙💙
💖🌸🍰💖🌸🍰💖
I LOVE EVERYTHING IN THIS SUNDAY CANDY.
And truly love the final playlist. It was SUCH a fun impromptu collabbbb, I’m so happy we got to create something together again. Thank you again for the honor of collaborating on my faveee newsletter <3 The I listened to the whole playlist this morning while I painted. I realized that I can use the Sunday Candy playlists to keep the time while painting. This will be very helpful this summer!
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Beautiful as always, Sandra!
"...but I never capture it all the way I say it in my head, it is never the same feeling, never the same sound, never the same texture, and I worry that I’ll never do anything me inside justice, but when I see a whizzing hummingbird pass me by, I’m reminded that this is a silly thing to be concerned about."
What a lovely way to put such a feeling! I understand this deep in my gut. Thank you for sharing that I'm not alone in it. <3
Be-you-tiful. Your words walk me through this piece. It feels like soft soothing heartfelt story and especially love your mindful expression, ‘because at least these words are mine.’ 💕✨