Friends, we're all increasingly overwhelmed as a baseline (except for some luckily privileged people &/or sociopaths). That means when we are acutely overwhelmed, it is tough.
Please give grace to yourself & others to the extent you can.
Please take care of the small animal that is your body.
Please let go of anything that's not necessary (you probably already have, I know).
Please reach out, please offer help, as/when you can. 1/n
I hope we can get each other through somehow.
By the way, the idea of one's body as a small animal is something I picked up from Mary Oliver's poem Wild Geese. I love both the concept and the poem very much.
Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
(continued)
2/n
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
</end poem> 3/n
@ShaulaEvans This timeline wears on one.
