There is no more powerful fantasy than the fantasy of what might have been.
John Burnside, from ‘The Dumb House’
“There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.”
— Beau Taplin, and you.
“Empathy isn’t just something that happens to us—a meteor shower of synapses firing across the brain—it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves. It’s made of exertion, that dowdier cousin of impulse. Sometimes we care for another because we know we should, or because it’s asked for, but this doesn’t make our caring hollow. The act of choosing simply means we’ve committed ourselves to a set of behaviors greater than the sum of our individual inclinations: I will listen to his sadness, even when I’m deep in my own. To say “going through the motions”—this isn’t reduction so much as acknowledgment of the effort—the labor, the motions, the dance—of getting inside another person’s state of heart or mind. This confession of effort chafes against the notion that empathy should always arise unbidden, that genuine means the same thing as unwilled, that intentionality is the enemy of love. But I believe in intention and I believe in work.”
— Leslie Jamison, The Empathy Exams
when john berger said that the small things we do for each other are ‘commas of care’ and thinking now of every book that has been recommended to me and every song i’ve loved that has been shared with me and every movie i’ve watched because someone dear adored it and each one of those is a stitch in time, bright and gleaming, in whatever the pattern is of our own little lived-in tapestry of lives, and a placeholder for love bc when i come back to all these things, i come back to the love that gave them to me first, commas of care that let you pause and go on.
Читать полностью…“It all matters. That someone turns out the lamp, picks up the windblown wrapper, says hello to the invalid, pays at the unattended lot, listens to the repeated tale, folds the abandoned laundry, plays the game fairly, tells the story honestly, acknowledges help, gives credit, says good night, resists temptation, wipes the counter, waits at the yellow, makes the bed, tips the maid, remembers the illness, congratulates the victor, accepts the consequences, takes a stand, steps up, offers a hand, goes first, goes last, chooses the small portion, teaches the child, tends to the dying, comforts the grieving, removes the splinter, wipes the tear, directs the lost, touches the lonely, is the whole thing. What is most beautiful is least acknowledged. What is worth dying for is barely noticed.”
— Laura McBride, We Are Called to Rise
“The Sleepwalker” by Ruth Awad from
We Call to the Eye & the Night: Love Poems by Writers of Arab Heritage
Time doesn't make you do things that you can't
Time doesn't grow things down in your soul
Time puts you on top of nothing at all
Baby you gotta take control
I’m not everything I want to be, but I’m more than I was, and I’m still learning.
Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself
Resmaa Menakem, My Grandmother’s Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies
Читать полностью…when phoebe bridgers sang, “talking on a rusty swing set / after a while / you went quiet, and i got mean / always pushing you away from me” and when mitski sang, “i get mean when i'm nervous / like a bad dog” and when the japanese house sang, “i was wrong, i was mean / i created such a scene / and my demons within / but i’m changing” but also? when ari wonders abt dante, “i didn’t understand how you could live in a mean world and not have any of that meanness rub off on you.”
Читать полностью…“The precious intimacy of little things.”
— Daphné du Maurier, I Will Never Be Young Again