Its thanksgiving and the smell outside this morning reminded me of a summer bbq. In my mind hot links and steaks await their fiery dry smokey sauna. Except it’s freezing outside, frost on blades of grass each one frozen in time waiting for the morning sun to melt in to dew. Who would be bbq-ing at this hour? It was a little after 7am, and I was taking Nawnee for her routine morning potty walk. And then I remembered a friend whose thankful wishes landed on central heating and I realized, that the smell of bbq could also likely be the smell of someone keeping warm on this frosty Seattle morning, someone without adequate housing.
Oh how my sweet brain will cycle from joy to worry. Why does my brain decide I must fix all the things? As I wrestle with myself of which thoughts to land on, Nawnee and I make our way back inside to freshly brewed coffee. I feed her, and think of only everything and how this week I made an appointment to be affirmed in my thinking/ wondering if I’ve got that little thing called ADHD. Not that it really matters if I do but knowing may be helpful for future accommodation of needed.
I wrote this over the span of a couple days with lots of pieces missing like spending thanksgiving evening at a football game and putting up the Christmas tree little earlier than usual. Sharing stories with you as I cocoon and get lost in the smell of pine and colorful lights. Much love my friend 🤍
You’ve said these words better than I could have said myself and now as I read them, it is the / a thing I knew, but did not know I knew (I hope that makes sense) that’s from a book I listened to earlier this year... After the Ecstasy, the Laundry by Jack Kornfield.
I so appreciate your words as they land on many layers in my life right now. I have missed you too, Chris.
Chris, you are showing us what a posture of submission really looks like. It is so beautiful and so thought provoking. A friend describes submission as Bowing before the King and I love that visual. Lord, let us all have this posture and learn the joy of letting go of control. Oremus (new favorite word), Heather
Its thanksgiving and the smell outside this morning reminded me of a summer bbq. In my mind hot links and steaks await their fiery dry smokey sauna. Except it’s freezing outside, frost on blades of grass each one frozen in time waiting for the morning sun to melt in to dew. Who would be bbq-ing at this hour? It was a little after 7am, and I was taking Nawnee for her routine morning potty walk. And then I remembered a friend whose thankful wishes landed on central heating and I realized, that the smell of bbq could also likely be the smell of someone keeping warm on this frosty Seattle morning, someone without adequate housing.
Oh how my sweet brain will cycle from joy to worry. Why does my brain decide I must fix all the things? As I wrestle with myself of which thoughts to land on, Nawnee and I make our way back inside to freshly brewed coffee. I feed her, and think of only everything and how this week I made an appointment to be affirmed in my thinking/ wondering if I’ve got that little thing called ADHD. Not that it really matters if I do but knowing may be helpful for future accommodation of needed.
I wrote this over the span of a couple days with lots of pieces missing like spending thanksgiving evening at a football game and putting up the Christmas tree little earlier than usual. Sharing stories with you as I cocoon and get lost in the smell of pine and colorful lights. Much love my friend 🤍
Thank you, friend. So deeply appreciate your sharing.
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Why, indeed, does that one fragile little part of us demand so much attention?
How does it decide that we (not it) must fix all the things?
(As if we could in the first place.
As if all the things even require fixing,
or that unless we reset the balance, well,
then all is lost.
As if everything did not belong.
As if anything at all were wasted
As if the world lived in our mittened hands.)
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I've missed you, Nicole.
Oremus,
C
You’ve said these words better than I could have said myself and now as I read them, it is the / a thing I knew, but did not know I knew (I hope that makes sense) that’s from a book I listened to earlier this year... After the Ecstasy, the Laundry by Jack Kornfield.
I so appreciate your words as they land on many layers in my life right now. I have missed you too, Chris.
🤍 N
Chris, you are showing us what a posture of submission really looks like. It is so beautiful and so thought provoking. A friend describes submission as Bowing before the King and I love that visual. Lord, let us all have this posture and learn the joy of letting go of control. Oremus (new favorite word), Heather
Heather,
Thank you for sharing your lovely thoughts. I don't know if you saw it, but I found this to be very moving...and related. Happy Thanksgiving, friend!
https://open.substack.com/pub/mitsein/p/complication-confusion-and-peace?r=30ip0r&utm_campaign=comment-list-share-cta&utm_medium=web&comments=true&commentId=44142253
“Rest in the trough”. What a beautiful visual. YES that was moving and ever related. Loved it!