you know when something feels really chaotic or difficult, and someone explains it in a calm, easy, grounded way that just makes you drop your shoulders and breathe a little deeper? this did that for me.
I'm amazed that you're able to capture so much of what I've been feeling lately.
The unknown is so terrifying yet so full of potential. I'm reminded a bit of what Ursula Le Guin writes in 'Left Hand of Darkness': that the only certainty we have in life is that we will die – and the uncertainty in everything else is what drives human creation:
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“The unknown," said Faxe's soft voice in the forest, "the unforetold, the unproven, that is what life is based on. Ignorance is the ground of thought. Unproof is the ground of action. If it were proven that there is no God there would be no religion. No Handdara, no Yomesh, no hearthgods, nothing. But also if it were proven that there is a God, there would be no religion. ... Tell me, Genry, what is known? What is sure, unpredictable, inevitable -- the one certain thing you know concerning your future, and mine?"
"That we shall die."
"Yes, There's really only one question that can be answered, Genry, and we already know the answer. ... The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next.”
My goal when writing has always been to help people understand the things they're feeling by giving them the language to describe them. You literally do that for me every time you publish something, it's fucking amazing. Thanks for writing.
I go home twice a year, once in summer and once for the winter holiday. Going home always felt like a pilgrimage that closed the book of whatever life I’ve lived away from home those 6 months. I know I’m being less self aware when I don’t come back to my own place with an awareness of that internal transition.
All this to say I am evidence of your 1/2 transitions a year theory + you’re not alone in contemplating these things when visiting family
I am terribly drawn toward people with rational minds and romantic hearts. I desire to live a poetic existence. I still walk the same route literally every day, mesmerized, looking up at the moonfilled sky.
I want to share a very random detail about how by being present you can catch mini "coincidental" messages. Today I was writing a little birthday reflection which talked about celebrating change. Then I see your little image "everything will change" and I can't help but smile. :)
you know when something feels really chaotic or difficult, and someone explains it in a calm, easy, grounded way that just makes you drop your shoulders and breathe a little deeper? this did that for me.
I'm amazed that you're able to capture so much of what I've been feeling lately.
The unknown is so terrifying yet so full of potential. I'm reminded a bit of what Ursula Le Guin writes in 'Left Hand of Darkness': that the only certainty we have in life is that we will die – and the uncertainty in everything else is what drives human creation:
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“The unknown," said Faxe's soft voice in the forest, "the unforetold, the unproven, that is what life is based on. Ignorance is the ground of thought. Unproof is the ground of action. If it were proven that there is no God there would be no religion. No Handdara, no Yomesh, no hearthgods, nothing. But also if it were proven that there is a God, there would be no religion. ... Tell me, Genry, what is known? What is sure, unpredictable, inevitable -- the one certain thing you know concerning your future, and mine?"
"That we shall die."
"Yes, There's really only one question that can be answered, Genry, and we already know the answer. ... The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next.”
My goal when writing has always been to help people understand the things they're feeling by giving them the language to describe them. You literally do that for me every time you publish something, it's fucking amazing. Thanks for writing.
I go home twice a year, once in summer and once for the winter holiday. Going home always felt like a pilgrimage that closed the book of whatever life I’ve lived away from home those 6 months. I know I’m being less self aware when I don’t come back to my own place with an awareness of that internal transition.
All this to say I am evidence of your 1/2 transitions a year theory + you’re not alone in contemplating these things when visiting family
You always write what I need to read. Thank you.
I am terribly drawn toward people with rational minds and romantic hearts. I desire to live a poetic existence. I still walk the same route literally every day, mesmerized, looking up at the moonfilled sky.
--> I freaking love this
coming home can bring up so many thoughts. Have been going through some mental exercises myself too😅
Beautiful piece, thank you.
P.S: I love your french song recommendation in your newsletter :)
I want to share a very random detail about how by being present you can catch mini "coincidental" messages. Today I was writing a little birthday reflection which talked about celebrating change. Then I see your little image "everything will change" and I can't help but smile. :)
I love this so much! So glad I stumbled on your blog!
A master piece