Category: Words For Hard Times
The World Sees Your Goodness
It’s a peculiar thing, isn’t it? To be made of the same stuff as stars and clear quartz, orchid stalks and the soft soil of the earth, and yet still doubt our own goodness. It is odd, isn’t it? To be a species that worries, time and time again, whether we deserve to be here at…
The Cares of Tomorrow Can Wait
In a single week, almost everything can soften. I just saw it happen in the woods outside my window. After a long spring that felt like an even longer winter, our mountains suddenly hit a stretch of heat that has washed the entire landscape in green. In the span of just a week, every single…
You Are Your Own Healer
It’s been a mercurial spring for us here in the mountains. Sunlit days of short sleeves in January and snow whirling alongside the blossoms of late March. The weather, like our own healing paths, seems to be always moving in a spiral. Within the steady progression of the seasons, there is always a non-linear…
Shift, Dissolve, Embrace
Sometimes, when I feel at a loss, I just gaze at the earth. Watching the way a child might observe an elder move about their life, quietly imprinting myself with the way things are done. As spring comes, with all its opportunity for newness, I find myself in this humble motion of observation almost…
A Hymn for Optimism
I’m what you might call an “enthusiastic celebrator.” I can’t help it, I just get a kick out of life a lot of the time. I recently sent my friend a funny gif of Will Ferrell in Elf playing hopscotch with the white lines of a New York crosswalk and she immediately texted me…
A Guide to Keeping Your Head Up
Living on earth is an exquisite experience. Rich, beautiful, exhilarating! … and also, let’s be serious for a moment, hard as hell. Don’t get me wrong, being here is wondrous, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy. There are small things that hurt. Spilled tea, papercuts, a word thrown carelessly. And big things too, bigger…
May You Experience this Fully
The other day I found an alley lit by roses. Cream, pink, heart peach, orange— the whole hem of the cobblestone was alive with their lanterns. Swaying from white trellises, they looked like women, scarved heads bowing in prayer. With each wind dip they washed the street with their petals, nodding to me as…
Let it Be Light
The world has felt a bit overwhelming recently. Every day my news feed refreshes itself and I feel one spade deeper into disquiet. The skies here have been gray and there has been a general feeling of downtrodden timelessness. Mornings that look like evenings that look like the beginning of night. I have a…