I think animals, and probably plants and mycelia, all have way more emotional lives than we give them credit for. I get not anthropomorphizing things (not that it stops me), but bonding and pining is bonding and pining...
I'm sure I heard this idea from elsewhere, and I can't remember where. I think about it a lot. Having kids is like wearing your heart on your sleeve. And even more than wearing your heart on your sleeve, it's like setting your heart free to wander out into the world. The embodied knowledge of what it's like to send the hearts of your heart out into the world... Oof. It's a big thing.
M2 is reading parts of Edith Hamilton's Mythology, specifically tonight on the creation myths of the Greeks. This jumped out... "Love created Light with its companion, Radiant Day... With the coming of love and light it seemed natural that the earth also should appear." There. *Love* created the world. Best creation story ever.
I kind of just want to leave this whole newsletter with that thought. Love created the world.
But this is the power of stories.
The seasons are changing again - it was misty this morning, and as I've noted elsewhere, the smell in the air has changed from warm, ripe blackberries to leaves that are preparing for winter.
As I was flipping through my cards looking for something to send to a friend (hey, I have good intentions!), I found a card that was decorated with the quote, "Wonder is the beginning of wisdom. --Socrates." Which then gave me occasion to wonder about that, but without that spark of wonder, that leads to curiosity, which leads you to wanting to learn more... of course, how else would you progress to wisdom?
It's been one of those strange weeks. Yesterday at freeway speeds, my rear driver-side tire blew out. As I said on Instagram, Things that weren't on my bucket list that I can now say I've "done."
Every day that I cross the bridge from one side of the lake to the other, I wonder if this is what it was like to live in industrial era London, where the fog, as often as not, was mixed with horrible pollution. At least for us, it's supposed to clear up with a weather change in a couple days.
I'm starting to notice the sun going down earlier. Around the solstice it was going down around 9:15. Tonight the sun dipped under the horizon a few minutes after 8:45. Hints of what's coming. The misty, marine morning cleared up into a nice afternoon. Read more here.
M2 has been lecturing me over fonts. She thinks my default font is boooring. As we were talking tonight, I asked her what I should write about. The first thing she said to me was, "You need a *hook*. You know, something to draw them in. ...What? They drill this stuff into our heads in school!" Then she said the thing that she's been thinking about a lot lately has been a phrase she read recently - "You don't have to be grateful that it isn't worse." Read more here.
As I was walking, I got to thinking about the stories we tell about ourselves as a way of defining who we are to ourselves and to others. How sometimes we can get attached to a story that isn't really actually our self, but something that we have experienced/are experiencing. If I follow this train of thought too long, I eventually wander off into the land of what is the part of me that's observing me observe these things. But today it was just the observation of attachment to a story. Read more here.
It always happens faster than I think it will, even though I start off the year with, 'whelp! It's almost over already!' It seems like just a few weeks ago that we were headed into March. Read more here.
Happy Summer Solstice. If you happen to be in the Southern Hemisphere, Happy Winter Solstice. And let me know if you're in the Southern Hemisphere, because I have *so* many questions for you! Read more here.
A big part of my job is helping people determine the words they use for the metadata they describe their content with. Sometimes it gets changed multiple times before everyone (begrudgingly) agrees that the word set will do. It's the nature of the role though. It's sort of nice to see that people are so insistent that the right words are used, to be honest. It always sort of surprises me given how lax and non-specific about language people often are. Read more here.
I've been thinking a lot about Demeter and Persephone. And mostly just Demeter. And how hard it is to watch someone you carried have to face the steep learning curve of adulting and being in a position where you've literally done everything you can do to help and now it's all up to them and the only thing left to do is hold your breath and see if they can figure out how to fly. Read more here.
Sometimes things feel like a big deal. Sometimes in retrospect things don't seem like the big deal they seemed at the time. And sometimes looking back, those things are pivotal.
And you never know until later. In the meantime, it's all, are we going to squeak past by the skin of our teeth or no? Read more here.
One of the things I've been thinking about is how names give shape to meaning. Have you ever had a feeling but couldn't quite make sense of it and then it dawned on you what the feeling was, and all of a sudden a whole bunch of stuff started to fall into place and make sense? That. Read more here.