We also live in a very rural place just south of you, Neko. The owls' mating calls have long been a favorite (especially when there are several simultaneously, they remind me of the "jungle sounds" from 1950's movies). We also appreciate the cries of the vixens... as long as they're nowhere near our coop (which they are, much too often to get a good night's sleep).
I hear you. The present tense is a high grade mindfuck and anyone reasonable and kind is struggling to do even the basic shit. When you gulp it relief and terror feel the same. Just try to be in your skin, not your head, be in the breathing out moment, remember that you are absolutely okay. Tell yourself the story before you try to tell anyone else. The words and music are in there waiting. You've got this.
Ahhhhh….This lines up with my constant state of WTFedness as restrictions lift and I can’t even identify the question to ask myself about how I’m feeling.
p.s. If I was hit by one of those dropped fish I’d consider myself the luckiest SOB in the world.
I love reading these posts ... but am almost starting to viscerally itch with the wish to be able to have proper conversations about the topics you raise! I read these and I talk back to 'you' - saying 'YES!' or 'Yes ... but maybe'. These feel like conversations to be had on long walks or over homemade soup and bread or in front of an outdoor fire. When do we get the 'Entering the Lung' retreat programme?! I live in West Cornwall where the G7 summit has removed my sense of the liberation of being on the coast and looking out to a huge empty sea. Now looking out at warships ... and they don't feel like the 'Winnie' kind! A good hard lesson about impermanence I guess! Keep writing - you have a thinking, feeling and engaged audience.
I don't know if this is at all the same - but whenever I see some guy named like, Mike Toiletkeeper, I definitely know right then that that is the reason that he became a janitor.
Relatable. I get frustrated when people act like we need to be perfect all the time. Like if I am here with my hair combed and my teeth brushed y'all better give a standing ovation because some days it is really that difficult to get my shit together. But I don't see you as being not majestic in any sense, but that's the benefit of viewing others from the outside. Fake it till you make it? 💙💙
Love your breakdown on Linnaeus and linear here, as well as "the baseball card version" of themselves. Your musings on sense of time and the body/head in 2021 resonate.
"This, the first real project truly of my own in a while, has a slippery coating on its orbit I can’t seem to penetrate. I feel like I’m trying to put a contact lens on it for the first time". Poetic. <3
We also live in a very rural place just south of you, Neko. The owls' mating calls have long been a favorite (especially when there are several simultaneously, they remind me of the "jungle sounds" from 1950's movies). We also appreciate the cries of the vixens... as long as they're nowhere near our coop (which they are, much too often to get a good night's sleep).
i appreciate all these words so much. laughing a little at what great watercolor calendar "...is not forthcoming."
"The eagles are having a rough time being majestic too, so we should take comfort."
...but they still soar. and see the world with amazing clarity. you too...
The newsletter is wonderful and doesn't have to be sleek! It's really helped me to read it this morning. I'm in the fog too. Xx
I hear you. The present tense is a high grade mindfuck and anyone reasonable and kind is struggling to do even the basic shit. When you gulp it relief and terror feel the same. Just try to be in your skin, not your head, be in the breathing out moment, remember that you are absolutely okay. Tell yourself the story before you try to tell anyone else. The words and music are in there waiting. You've got this.
It's okay it's not linear. The newsletter already surpassed what I thought it would be. Thanks for being honest and vulnerable with us.
Feel this deeply ❤️
Maybe Sparrow.... la de da, la de da. Linnaeus would understand and ask you to be kind to yourself.
Ahhhhh….This lines up with my constant state of WTFedness as restrictions lift and I can’t even identify the question to ask myself about how I’m feeling.
p.s. If I was hit by one of those dropped fish I’d consider myself the luckiest SOB in the world.
I love reading these posts ... but am almost starting to viscerally itch with the wish to be able to have proper conversations about the topics you raise! I read these and I talk back to 'you' - saying 'YES!' or 'Yes ... but maybe'. These feel like conversations to be had on long walks or over homemade soup and bread or in front of an outdoor fire. When do we get the 'Entering the Lung' retreat programme?! I live in West Cornwall where the G7 summit has removed my sense of the liberation of being on the coast and looking out to a huge empty sea. Now looking out at warships ... and they don't feel like the 'Winnie' kind! A good hard lesson about impermanence I guess! Keep writing - you have a thinking, feeling and engaged audience.
I don't know if this is at all the same - but whenever I see some guy named like, Mike Toiletkeeper, I definitely know right then that that is the reason that he became a janitor.
Relatable. I get frustrated when people act like we need to be perfect all the time. Like if I am here with my hair combed and my teeth brushed y'all better give a standing ovation because some days it is really that difficult to get my shit together. But I don't see you as being not majestic in any sense, but that's the benefit of viewing others from the outside. Fake it till you make it? 💙💙
Love your breakdown on Linnaeus and linear here, as well as "the baseball card version" of themselves. Your musings on sense of time and the body/head in 2021 resonate.
It's great to have your spillings to ruminate over...
No way - it’s great. I’ll look forward to every post. Nature! And your writing is 🤩
"This, the first real project truly of my own in a while, has a slippery coating on its orbit I can’t seem to penetrate. I feel like I’m trying to put a contact lens on it for the first time". Poetic. <3