"even a wounded world is feeding us."
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Dear ones,
On Thursday morning I went to my favorite workout class, came home, cleaned and showered, then started helping P prep food for the Friendsgiving we were hosting later that day. My mom and uncle came over to watch the parade, one of the only lingering traditions in my increasingly smaller and shifting family holiday landscape. It was a good start to an otherwise complicated holiday season: Thanksgiving is bullshit, I’m still sitting in a lot of grief from the past 12 months, I keep thinking about the five victims at Club Q, and so on—but I was still committed to tapping into some warmth from the day.
“Even a wounded world is feeding us,” indigenous writer and scientist Robin Wall Kimmerer reminds us. “Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy.” I was leaning into that; even with all the heaviness we’re carrying collectively and some of us personally, we can still break bread with loved ones, we can still laugh at silly moments, still stare in awe at the falling leaves.
…Then I got sick.
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