December 5, 2023
Gleanings
- I feel alone in a world that wishes everything to be simple, polarized, that resists nuance and complexity, where only one truth can be held at any given time, where only one people can be grieveable.
- Longing for light. Longing to be light—lighter in spirit, light-hearted, light on the path.
- Thirty-three years is a long time to be mentored by someone. But not long enough — I wasn’t ready for the news that my work mother died on November 13, 2023.
- With guardianship comes enormous responsibility and each of us has choices in how we take on the safekeeping and preservation of our Charter’s terms — every day — in our conversations, our social media posts, in schools, neighbourhoods, workplaces, clubs, teams, institutions and in all towns and cities in every province and territory.
- How do we know the correct proportions? I’m the same writer this week that I was last week but last week I couldn’t imagine continuing. And then a group of women asked questions, commented, read aloud their favourite passages, and I realized that I’d lost perspective, that this too mattered. Matters.
- Is there anything more bookishly pleasurable than reading on holiday? And feeling that you brought along the exact correct books for your time away?
- I send love to remember what love truly is. I send love to notice, to slow things down. I send love to do something, anything, in a world that often leaves me feeling uncertain, helpless. I send love because I’m beginning to accept the world, us, it all, as it is. I send love, because I’m learning how to receive love. I send love because it both softens and empowers. I send love, because I’ve tried the alternative, and know the feeling of being closed off in fear and judgment and scarcity. I send love because it’s energy opens me, to see, to feel, to trust, to receive.
- Thank you for the first 17 years of this blog. Thank you for being the backbone of my life and giving me something to tether myself to as life swished and swept by.
- The biggest spoon I’ve ever seen was at a periptero in the suburbs of Athens near the port where my Dad docks his boat.
- Every misadventure has had a silver lining. We would have missed numerous adventures if we had not gotten lost. Nor would we have seen magnificent architecture or met wonderful people. And then there are the hidden bars and cafes we have discovered tucked away down tiny, dark alleys.
