At ten minutes to midnight, it is unlikely I will be diving deep into a Sunday Rabbit Whole “today”.
I’m surprised at myself that I am even attempting to post, with the recent whirlwind of doc shifts, travel, and…life.
For the last couple of weeks I have fallen into a pattern of driving to contracted jobs, doing the hotel thing, and ninja recovery/rebalancing/re-spinning the plates of mundane details like paying bills and making sure I have clean clothes for my next assignment.
Planning days in advance since the next break will be short and homefire tending intermittent.
All with a curious peace and satisfaction I didn’t have before, which maybe I’ll explore later….
For now, I want to share some excellent Substack publications with recent posts that I found valuable.
Over the weekend I rambled through the written work, checked out attached videos, engaged in beautiful conversations through the “comments”, and felt gratitude for the awareness and attention so many humans are bringing to our shared reality. To our discovery of truths, containing tragedy and triumph. To our storytelling.
Wrapping up, I noticed that one of my fellow writers - an insightful, clear and informed comrade-in-momming - had no likes or comments for her most recent post.
I remembered a few days ago, driving to the Georgia start of the Appalachians to meet a friend and her family, and feeling not only the fatigue from my new pace, but forlorn because I was missing my Friday podcast.
My always-at-the-ready mind jumping at the chance to attach a story to the feels with thoughts like “if what you were writing was so important, people would notice and your subscriptions would increase” and more painful to consider “if your music was enjoyed by people, you would get more listens and shares”.
Variations on the theme of unworthiness that is a familiar response to days without playing in my passion zone.
Ugh. I’m such a freeking human. All day every day. Human.
Bits of brilliance and banality broken up by laughing with friends and really great ice cream.
So, just a short time ago I liked her post. I commented. I wanted to do these things because I did like the work, and needed to express my appreciation for her clarity and mind-blowing information.
I don’t know her irl, and yet her words have carried stories with echoes of my own - I feel connected to her. I love her.
That is the truth and beauty of being human, to me. Discovering connection. Loving. Love.
So, without further ado, I will attempt to use a Substack tool to share these works with you…because I love you too.
Ok! Cool tool, ain’t happening rn.
Here’s links to the work:
I hope the week ahead brings you stories to share, people to find connection, and music that fills your heart with wonder and joy.
Because I think our roots - all of humanity’s time-space entangled communication system - know our truth. I think that web that connects us all spread the stories when one tree falls, shares the calls for help needed, the shouts of celebration when we weather storms together…the moments of beauty when another hot orange sunset blazes the sky above into chocolate pinks and almost lavender.
Substack for me is a visible layer of that network of roots, and “today” (now Monday -oops!) I’m sending out my message before I turn in for the night:
Gratitude. For every tree standing in our forest, for the fallen, for the long-disappeared brethren who have rendered their essence in the soil that nourishes all.
For you, for sure.❤️✨
The question is: if that tree we are so grateful for falls in the forest and no human is around to see it stand right back up.... do the squirrels freak out? And in that moment are you still American 😘