This season is about becoming.

There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. -Shauna Niequist

[about-becoming]

There are a few times in life that you can afford to prove that you are right. Choose them carefully.

Richard Scammon, quoted from Understandable Jung by Harry A. Wilmer, M.D.,

[about-becoming]

[awellreadwoman]

“For ridding oneself of faith is like boiling seawater to retrieve the salt–something is gained but something is lost.”

— Zadie Smith, White Teeth

[about-becoming]

Though the physicality of death destroys us, the idea of death may save us.

Irvin D. Yalom, M.D., The Gift of Therapy

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

This is the bread: body, soul, exquisite tenderness. We are all we have.

Mary Jo Bang, from “Café Edgar,” Apology for Want (University Press of New England, 1997)

[tieflingkisser]

On some cellular level, we know our bodies are not something we should apologize for. After all, they are the only way we get to experience this ridiculous and radiant life.

Sonya Renee Taylor, The Body Is Not an Apology: The Power of Radical Self-Love

[miiriya]

[dazebearr]

𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘭𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘺

[awellreadwoman]

“It’s a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown I back, throat to the stars, “more like deer than human being.” To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.”

— Donna Tartt, The Secret History

[wildwoodmage]

Hieroglyphs by The Oh Hellos is making me like being alive ✨

“Well, even the great celestial hieroglyphs

Are bodies of dust illuminated, and if

The heavens can be both sacred and dust

Oh, maybe so can the rest of us”

[about-becoming]

Life is short, but wide.

[crossconnectmag]

Painting by Ian Fisher

Born 1984 in Nova Scotia, Canada. Resides and works in Denver, Colorado, USA.

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[notesfromatherapist]

“Call Walgreens Pharmacy and wait on hold for 20 minutes to place an order for a prescription. Be delighted when the pharmacy tech answers. She is so sweet and pleasant. We are both overwhelmed. Pray. Rest. Smile when you hear the US Mail truck drive near your house. Rest. Send nudes. Respond to every text you receive with a heart emoji. Even the one from Pizza Hut. Rest. Deactivate your FB page, Twitter account and leave Instagram for awhile. Seek out Valley moments. Things are grounded there. Rest. Build an altar with the bathtub as the base. Pour warm water, Epsom salt, eucalyptus, and lavender oil. Baptize yourself daily. Mourn in the water. Uplift your privilege in having clean water and oils. Rest. Reminisce about the time when you were a child at church and you counted your Mother hug 40 people between Sunday School and the dismissal of the 11am service. Long for hugs. Rest. Get drunk off uncertainty and remember your Ancestors built a spaceship from uncertainty. Stand in the traces of this resistance. Embrace the power there. Rest. Cry for no particular reason. Realize mid-cry there are so many particular reasons. Rest. Write 15 handwritten letters, mail them by getting dressed up after a week in sweat pants. Walk to the mailbox at the end of the driveway. Walk slow. Pose. Look up at the sky. Rest. Stare out of every window at trees. Examine the sky. Give thanks for deep daydreaming. Rest. Embrace the feeling of being out of control for 15 minutes, Feel your body free-fall into a cloud of care. Diagram this moment. Archive it for the future. Rest. Rest. Deep rest. Slower movements. Slower moments. Focus on things with intense study. The way my hands move while washing the dishes, the smell of cocoa butter, how my cat’s stomach moves up and down while he naps for 10 hours a day. Become a vessel for stillness. A miracle walking. Nap. Rest. -Your Faithful Nap Bishop”

— Things to Do When Grief is Concerned, Tricia Hersey (The Nap Ministry)

[thecelibateshoewhore]

“You think naps are lazy because toxic capitalism told you so. It wants you working 24 hours a day. Your body is NOT a tool for profit...rest is a form of resistance!”

~ The Nap Ministry (Darnell Hammock)

[tmbtist]

The unifying theme is resilience and faith. The unifying theme is being a warrior and a motherfucker. It is not fragility. It’s strength. It’s nerve. And “if your Nerve, deny you—,” as Emily Dickinson wrote, “go above your Nerve.”

Cheryl Strayed on women writers from Tiny Beautiful Things

[jazbaaati]

“I’m having to dig myself out of a year.”

- John Steinbeck, East of Eden.

[theclassicsreader]

And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.

John Steinbeck, East of Eden