On connection, grace, and the creative work that calls us back to life
I recently re-encountered this Lidia Yuknavitch quote. She wrote it for a piece in late 2016, and it feels even more relevant today
"I hope that we write ourselves back to life … I hope that when we step into our writerly lives, we can only come alive by and through each other, by and through our beautiful differences. I hope that 'hope' doesn't come from looking up ever again, but from looking each other in the eyes/I's. I hope we stand up inside our various languages with ferocious love and courage and that we aim for what matters in the world, whether or not anyone remembers our names. Let it be true that we wrote the world and each other back to life."
t's got me thinking about my own hopes for the world that’s trying to be born amidst all this upheaval. Underneath much is a longing that we recognize how we're all connected (earth, peoples, spirit, animals), how helping one helps us all. I hope that we can more readily, more clearly, see ourselves in each other. That maybe we can move beyond this late-stage capitalist mess into something actually sustainable and reciprocal.
And then there's the personal work: giving myself grace on the hard days while still showing up, still sharing my words and work in the world.
That tension between needing to be gentle with ourselves and needing to keep going - I think many of us are living here now. Maybe you too?
So I'm curious: what are you hoping for right now? What are you working on? What creative whispers are you listening to? How are you finding your way back to your authentic voice, your stillness, your home within yourself?
I'm listening, and I’d love to know.
Dear Diane,
I recently re-encountered this Lidia Yuknavitch quote. She wrote it for a piece in late 2016, and it feels even more relevant today
"I hope that we write ourselves back to life … I hope that when we step into our writerly lives, we can only come alive by and through each other, by and through our beautiful differences. I hope that 'hope' doesn't come from looking up ever again, but from looking each other in the eyes/I's. I hope we stand up inside our various languages with ferocious love and courage and that we aim for what matters in the world, whether or not anyone remembers our names. Let it be true that we wrote the world and each other back to life."
t's got me thinking about my own hopes for the world that’s trying to be born amidst all this upheaval. Underneath much is a longing that we recognize how we're all connected (earth, peoples, spirit, animals), how helping one helps us all. I hope that we can more readily, more clearly, see ourselves in each other. That maybe we can move beyond this late-stage capitalist mess into something actually sustainable and reciprocal.
And then there's the personal work: giving myself grace on the hard days while still showing up, still sharing my words and work in the world.
That tension between needing to be gentle with ourselves and needing to keep going - I think many of us are living here now. Maybe you too?
So I'm curious: what are you hoping for right now? What are you working on? What creative whispers are you listening to? How are you finding your way back to your authentic voice, your stillness, your home within yourself?
I'm listening, and I’d love to know.