#17: A quest toward feeling beloved on this planet
bless the little possum and everything he doesn't know. some of my remember when...s: remember when... you didn't know what you looked like?/ you couldn't write?/ you aimed for 180 calories a day?/ you would have never allowed yourself to inconvenience a doctor? (i did that last one today) ... i really love this exercise, the second person, the tone of a helpful friend or guardian, reminding the writer of their growth. thank you. look how far we've come <3 don't forget to rest a little and cradle your heart, dear shira!
read this on the heels of a support group for carepartners of people living w dementia, and the large theme that came from their vulnerable sharing was that we always judge ourselves so much more harshly than those around us. i feel this feeling in your words and as a reader, felt only the desire to give you a hug (and maybe take a late night walk of my own actually...) but mostly the hugs xx
This newsletter is my absolute favourite, always a balm to the soul. I hope you are feeling better now, and that the possum is too!
And once again, the glorious metaphorical oxygen mask descends as your transparency and way with words water the bedrock soil of my spirit and artistic nature. Sometimes life can feel like a journey without a compass, but you have found a way to courageously take that and do the hard work to be better - and then be open to sharing it. What a gift YOU are!
This whole thing feels like a divinely-timed present 🤍 thank you, as always.