Many times. It was the first book I always consulted on my desk during my years of working in public health. Before I looked at the all the tomes, I’d start small. LOVE. This piece. So happy I discovered it during this wild time. Xo jess
That very same little book is the one I take with me on every trip. It lives in my suitcase. You reminded me to take it out and read it now, too. I bought my copy in a little bookstore in the world trade center about 3 months before 9/11, another time when it helped me immensely. Thank you for the reminder.
I never exercise, but i felt compelled to these days. Took a free zoom yoga class today. I was the only one who showed up, but the instructor held it anyway. It felt like a gift. At the end, we both teared up when i told her i'm from Romania. How unlikely and precious to share time with a stranger, from the isolation of our homes, an ocean apart. Everything feels precious.
I feel this one. I actually used a longer version of that first quote in an artist talk I gave back in 2017. It is a lesson I've been learning on rotation since 2014 and as many times as I have circled through it, I circle again taking something new and being reminded of something old and exhaling everything ... trying to find my feet on the ground. You are not alone.
Beautifully said. It is indeed laborious to walk through the daily fog. I often stumble and struggle to stand again knowing the path we walk is the one less traveled.
Thank you so much for this essay. I have read it many times and shared with friends. I have parts taped to my desk. I pulled out my Pema books and reminded myself how this works. Your sentence, "I’m trying to resist the urge to stitch it back together with my own shaking hands." hit me like a bolt. The urge to fix it while you are still in shock is visceral. Your naming that anxiety was so helpful to me. It opened up a lot of space, as Pema would say. Thank you.
Weird how resilience feels more like this, and less like STRENGTH
YES. Great way to put it.
What I love most of all is her little big toe poking out of a hole in her footie pjs, so determined to be free. xoS
I've always loved that detail! Love that you noticed it.
That little book has helped me so
Many times. It was the first book I always consulted on my desk during my years of working in public health. Before I looked at the all the tomes, I’d start small. LOVE. This piece. So happy I discovered it during this wild time. Xo jess
We are clearly not alone. That little yellow book has made the rounds.
Ha! Yes
Thank you for this today ❤️
You are welcome!
That very same little book is the one I take with me on every trip. It lives in my suitcase. You reminded me to take it out and read it now, too. I bought my copy in a little bookstore in the world trade center about 3 months before 9/11, another time when it helped me immensely. Thank you for the reminder.
Wow, amazing. It's a book for all the travel, transitions, and crises of this life.
This is exactly what I needed to read - and is going on my 'reread it several times and let it sink in' list. THANK YOU for your words.
Wow, I'd say "reread" is a massive compliment. Thank you for taking time with my words.
I never exercise, but i felt compelled to these days. Took a free zoom yoga class today. I was the only one who showed up, but the instructor held it anyway. It felt like a gift. At the end, we both teared up when i told her i'm from Romania. How unlikely and precious to share time with a stranger, from the isolation of our homes, an ocean apart. Everything feels precious.
This is so beautiful. I love imagining it. Thank you for sharing.
I feel this one. I actually used a longer version of that first quote in an artist talk I gave back in 2017. It is a lesson I've been learning on rotation since 2014 and as many times as I have circled through it, I circle again taking something new and being reminded of something old and exhaling everything ... trying to find my feet on the ground. You are not alone.
Thanks Tia. Totally see this in your journey.
Beautifully said. It is indeed laborious to walk through the daily fog. I often stumble and struggle to stand again knowing the path we walk is the one less traveled.
Me too.
Thank you so much for this essay. I have read it many times and shared with friends. I have parts taped to my desk. I pulled out my Pema books and reminded myself how this works. Your sentence, "I’m trying to resist the urge to stitch it back together with my own shaking hands." hit me like a bolt. The urge to fix it while you are still in shock is visceral. Your naming that anxiety was so helpful to me. It opened up a lot of space, as Pema would say. Thank you.
So hard. But so necessary.