Way too much anxiety these days. But every blog I’ve read today has handled it by bringing the focus close to home. We need to be so thankful for where we are - the kitchen, the wonderful fresh produce, the colours and scents and tastes. The friends. (But oh my goodness why do men feel so proud of themselves when they scare someone!?!)
Sending heaps of hugs and best wishes. Take care my dear.
Ahh I love the Rev Margaret Moon chat happening here. Such a better conversation to have! and yes, why do men feel proud of themselves when they scare us?! I asked my Dad and he says it all lies in having a sense of wonder. That seems too gentle?!
Way too gentle. Australian men might ‘wonder’ what your response might be, but they rarely exhibit ‘a sense of wonder’. It’s a much sharper sense of ‘fun’ - fun for them but a big scare for us women. And they usually know that. So more a sense of power I suspect. Sigh…
Hello there. I knew a Rev Margaret Moon many years ago! So your name made me stop and think! Sending hugs and best wishes. (I’m down closer to Canberra.)
My husband didn't scare me this week. He reached out, cradling my limp puzzled hand as tears plunged across my face into the large cup of tea on the table. While here in the UK, we feel the reverberations and the fear on the wind. With US based family and grandkids it's perhaps a little nuanced and rawer.
You're right we have to step outside the echo chambers and have proper conversations. In the meantime needing a change from the usual "carrot cake " yoghurt made diligently each morning perhaps a little homemade granola in solidarity is the best idea. Cruching together in shared community.
My husband did the same for me, Inky, here in the U.S., as we stood in our kitchen on Wednesday morning feeling the weight of it all. Two adult daughters, one in a very red state, the other [temporarily] in Australia, who have whole lives to live and, potentially, children one day. I'm clinging to kindness, but it is very hard.
Your story brought back memories of my siblings chasing me down the beach with bunches of seaweed in their hands. They loved to throw it at me while I shrieked and shrieked.
Don't you feel like our stories from the past seem so much wilder / harsher/ crueler, and without consequence?! Seaweed being thrown at you is the stuff of nightmares! Sending compassion :)
Thank you, Lindsay. I made a kale salad last week much like yours with chard. In my current state, had my husband had scared me I just might have thrown something at his head. 😅
Your words of comfort and ideas for ways to find it are helpful. More than anything, this: "I realize what a bubble I’ve been living in, how limited my perspective is, how the algorithm is serving me up exactly what I want to consume. I understand the need to break out, to have different conversations, in real life conversations, the kind the algorithm struggles to track."
Way too much anxiety these days. But every blog I’ve read today has handled it by bringing the focus close to home. We need to be so thankful for where we are - the kitchen, the wonderful fresh produce, the colours and scents and tastes. The friends. (But oh my goodness why do men feel so proud of themselves when they scare someone!?!)
Sending heaps of hugs and best wishes. Take care my dear.
Ahh I love the Rev Margaret Moon chat happening here. Such a better conversation to have! and yes, why do men feel proud of themselves when they scare us?! I asked my Dad and he says it all lies in having a sense of wonder. That seems too gentle?!
Way too gentle. Australian men might ‘wonder’ what your response might be, but they rarely exhibit ‘a sense of wonder’. It’s a much sharper sense of ‘fun’ - fun for them but a big scare for us women. And they usually know that. So more a sense of power I suspect. Sigh…
Hello Beth. Just touching base to say hi because I’m also an Aussie living on the sunny Central Coast.
Hello there. I knew a Rev Margaret Moon many years ago! So your name made me stop and think! Sending hugs and best wishes. (I’m down closer to Canberra.)
I’ve heard of Rev Margaret Moon but don’t know much about her. Will have to investigate!
My husband didn't scare me this week. He reached out, cradling my limp puzzled hand as tears plunged across my face into the large cup of tea on the table. While here in the UK, we feel the reverberations and the fear on the wind. With US based family and grandkids it's perhaps a little nuanced and rawer.
You're right we have to step outside the echo chambers and have proper conversations. In the meantime needing a change from the usual "carrot cake " yoghurt made diligently each morning perhaps a little homemade granola in solidarity is the best idea. Cruching together in shared community.
Crunching together in a shared community. Beautiful. ❤️
My husband did the same for me, Inky, here in the U.S., as we stood in our kitchen on Wednesday morning feeling the weight of it all. Two adult daughters, one in a very red state, the other [temporarily] in Australia, who have whole lives to live and, potentially, children one day. I'm clinging to kindness, but it is very hard.
Your story brought back memories of my siblings chasing me down the beach with bunches of seaweed in their hands. They loved to throw it at me while I shrieked and shrieked.
Don't you feel like our stories from the past seem so much wilder / harsher/ crueler, and without consequence?! Seaweed being thrown at you is the stuff of nightmares! Sending compassion :)
Times are fraught. Find comfort and reassurance where we can even all the way down here xx
It's the best we can do Sally, sending ❤️❤️❤️
yes! may books be a balm
always and forever.
Real food, real friends, real conversations. ❤️
yes please. xo
Thank you, Lindsay. I made a kale salad last week much like yours with chard. In my current state, had my husband had scared me I just might have thrown something at his head. 😅
Your words of comfort and ideas for ways to find it are helpful. More than anything, this: "I realize what a bubble I’ve been living in, how limited my perspective is, how the algorithm is serving me up exactly what I want to consume. I understand the need to break out, to have different conversations, in real life conversations, the kind the algorithm struggles to track."
Breaking out of the bubble won't happen over night, but I will try. Please hold me accountable! xo
Same!
Navigating anxiety with people I love.. music, feeling grateful , creativity and books xx