If I don't keep practicing letting this be enough, nothing will ever be enough.
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Happy International Women's Day, my friends. Keep being brave. Keep seeing your own beauty -- right there in the mirror.
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9. Get drowsy and take a nap, since you didn't sleep well last night. This logic adds up.
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“I’ve really let myself go,” your grandmother used to say. And something in you perks up. Something that says, ooooh that. Yes. Let’s do that. Let’s let ourselves go, go and go and go all the way far far from this land of keeping up and not once passing “go.”
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Meanwhile, it is so crowded here sometimes I cannot find entrance to my own house, my own quiet places, the ones where the writing lives alone.
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I knew it was coming, like a low rumble in the distance before a storm.
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Action, emotion, intellect, spirit. To live predominantly in only one of these worlds is to miss so much information.
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Any creative process is complicated, messy, long, exciting, bewildering, and a whole lot of work.
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We have to keep expecting more of ourselves. This means questioning our questions, and, more importantly, stepping out of the “I” mentality that keeps our focus inward rather than on the real stakes: People’s lives and systems designed to denigrate and destroy individual dignity and entire communities.
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What I want, more than anything, is to feel connected to myself and to others. To find form for what lives in me and yearns for a worldly shape. Stories, for me, and yes, books, are one of those recognizable shapes — a way of literally holding, and offering to others, one’s lived experience — and also of letting it go.
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You may think you have nothing
important to say, nothing important
to give — it’s a lie. Stop trying so hard.
Anyone lucky enough to love you
better know it.
But I couldn’t help myself. My love of Russia began to bang up against something else: The undeniable truth that Jews had left this place in droves, in search of the religious and cultural freedom of expression. Sure, some small communities had cropped up, particularly in the bigger cities, but here in the north, Jews were an anomaly — suspicious, strange, other.
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She went back to her car and the officer came back to ours a few minutes later. Apparently, this was not her first encounter with the other driver. “Oh, I’ve dealt with her before. She’s always like that,” she said.
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It’s my business to never shut up. To smile only when I feel like smiling. To keep doing my own work of healing a nervous system that cranks up in a millisecond if I feel scolded or scared.
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