“Make it a habit to look for what you are wanting to see.”
I am completely mesmerized by Argentinian director Fernando Livschitz’s short film Anywhere Can Happen.
“Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable… I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours… Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing… If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.”
– Mary Oliver
Hell there, Stockholm Lover, you would look beautiful in my home. I shall wishlist you.
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.
– Naomi Shihab Nye
I applaud Tea Uglow for sharing her trans story.
(A few years back, I attended an AIGA conference in Minneapolis. I walked out of a quite boring session to grab a coffee and as I stood in line, I noticed the stunning, tall, very very well dressed woman in front of me. As it was her turn to pay for her coffee, she seemingly turned her very stylish purse inside out, unsuccessfully, to locate her wallet. The barista didn’t budge. I stepped up, ordered my coffee and paid for both hers and mine. I smiled at her and said: Love your stylish outfit! About an hour later, I am in the main conference hall and who steps on stage? Tea, the stunning, tall, well dressed woman from my coffee moment!)
While perusing small shops in Saugerties, upstate NY today, I discovered this Forestbound ESCAPE bag. I gifted it to myself. As I was looking them up once I got home, I saw that you can get your own customized bag. What a fun gift.
(As a trained graphic designer I admit the shape of the P is killing me.)
Connections feel deeper
Your are not afraid to say no
No need to perform anymore
Well-being is your top priority
Radical honesty feels like home
No more jumping to conclusions
Boundaries are important to you
Pausing to think now feels normal
Signs of emotional maturity, by Yung Pueblo
A goal that isn’t too important makes you live in the moment, and still gives you a driving force. This driving force is a way to get around the fact that we will all die and there is no real point to life.
But with the ASG there is a point. It is not such an important point that you postpone joy to achieve it. It is just a decoy point that keeps you bobbing along, allowing you to find ecstacy in the small things, the unexpected, and the everyday.
What happens when you reach the stupid goal? Then what? You just find a new ASG.
– Tamara Shopsin
Seen here: Something to look forward to, by Austin Kleon
I am so grateful I stumbled upon Dr. Elaine Aron’s work around the concept of Highly Sensitive Person. I feel seen.
In 1956, the Southdale Center in Edina, Minnesota, opened its doors and became America’s first climate-controlled indoor shopping mall.
Esther Perel on the lifelong art of feeling worthy of wanting and worthy of receiving.