What an extraordinary essay!! So much resonated with me, drew me in. This: "Over and over, I said thank you for something that hadn’t happened yet. In desperate confusion, I kept saying thank you." This is something I have felt myself, in moments of chaos and grief -- reaching for gratitude like a lifeline, faking it in the anguished hop…
What an extraordinary essay!! So much resonated with me, drew me in. This: "Over and over, I said thank you for something that hadn’t happened yet. In desperate confusion, I kept saying thank you." This is something I have felt myself, in moments of chaos and grief -- reaching for gratitude like a lifeline, faking it in the anguished hope of making it.
The older I get, the more I understand just how illusory that sense of control, of stability, has always been; the more comfortable I get with being unmoored, with un-grasping what I perceive as anchors; and I feel all of that in this piece. Thank you, Joy! (And I *love* the beautiful silver hair, in all lengths.)
What an extraordinary essay!! So much resonated with me, drew me in. This: "Over and over, I said thank you for something that hadn’t happened yet. In desperate confusion, I kept saying thank you." This is something I have felt myself, in moments of chaos and grief -- reaching for gratitude like a lifeline, faking it in the anguished hope of making it.
The older I get, the more I understand just how illusory that sense of control, of stability, has always been; the more comfortable I get with being unmoored, with un-grasping what I perceive as anchors; and I feel all of that in this piece. Thank you, Joy! (And I *love* the beautiful silver hair, in all lengths.)