"I feel bone weary from carrying around heavy things," Elizabeth Oldfield writes. "I hate that the monsters exist and that they often win. And that some of them live in me."
That line, “I feel bone weary from carrying around heavy things”, hit straight to my center. I’ve been walking through a season that feels just like that: one foot in the beauty of this moment, the other caught in the weight of all that feels broken and performative and relentlessly online.
I’ve been practicing what you name. Letting the wind find my face. Listening to the birdsong. Noticing the ordinary miracle of tea or my wife’s hand reaching across the table. That moment when I remember I am here. And that is enough.
Thank you for writing from your marrow. It spoke to something in mine.
Love the part about not letting the strangers in the room. I'll remember that when I reach for the remote, when I que up a podcast. Do I want those strangers in the room right now? Mostly not.....
im finding that if I spend my days diving deeper into to beauty and doing what I can to make the world softer - for myself and for others - I can come to the news of the day in a regulated state. I can manage it from peace instead of endlessly tracking the aggressors. It’s trauma work. Self regulation. Not turning away from the world but approaching the world from sacred ground.
This might be a duplication, started to try to italicize a title and screen closed out. Oops! Your piece is such a mirror of much that I am experiencing. Thank you. Recently I read One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This. I've been finding it so hard to just continue in my comfortable life when there is so much suffering and cruelty in this world. This book gave me courage to speak my truth when it's appropriate. I know it's not up to me to change people's minds, but I don't want to remain silent in situations where it might be taken for my agreement. Along with that I strive to manifest love and kindness and bear witness to the suffering and the beauty.
That line, “I feel bone weary from carrying around heavy things”, hit straight to my center. I’ve been walking through a season that feels just like that: one foot in the beauty of this moment, the other caught in the weight of all that feels broken and performative and relentlessly online.
I’ve been practicing what you name. Letting the wind find my face. Listening to the birdsong. Noticing the ordinary miracle of tea or my wife’s hand reaching across the table. That moment when I remember I am here. And that is enough.
Thank you for writing from your marrow. It spoke to something in mine.
Oohhh. I loved reading this. Thank you. Hand to heart. Marrow to marrow.
Oh I cannot express how much I love this one, Amy! 💖
Hi Kate im so glad it resonated ❤️
“Angels and atrocities” - that is such a powerful juxtaposition
🙏 it’s just so true right now. Everything feels precious and beautiful. At the same time, fraught and fragile.
Thank you Amy 💕
Love the part about not letting the strangers in the room. I'll remember that when I reach for the remote, when I que up a podcast. Do I want those strangers in the room right now? Mostly not.....
im finding that if I spend my days diving deeper into to beauty and doing what I can to make the world softer - for myself and for others - I can come to the news of the day in a regulated state. I can manage it from peace instead of endlessly tracking the aggressors. It’s trauma work. Self regulation. Not turning away from the world but approaching the world from sacred ground.
This is so good. Thanks for this beautiful reminder.
Amy, what a beautiful piece, so personal and so alive. Yes, there is goodness in the world and angels, too!
Thank you, Sandra. :) (And thank you for sharing it.)
This might be a duplication, started to try to italicize a title and screen closed out. Oops! Your piece is such a mirror of much that I am experiencing. Thank you. Recently I read One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This. I've been finding it so hard to just continue in my comfortable life when there is so much suffering and cruelty in this world. This book gave me courage to speak my truth when it's appropriate. I know it's not up to me to change people's minds, but I don't want to remain silent in situations where it might be taken for my agreement. Along with that I strive to manifest love and kindness and bear witness to the suffering and the beauty.
I love this.