Oh how I wish I had read this before today! Your writing fills me with such joy and wonder! That's something I'm noticing right now. I'm also noticing that my countenance and energy feel lighter and more playful now, like maybe I do have endless sources of joy available to me at any moment. Intellectually, I've known this. Lately, I've just been in my head a lot. I loved the photos from the fair and it makes me want to do more noticing photos rather than more "good" photos. Looking out my bedroom window now I am noticing that the single yellow leaf that clung for days onto the otherwise naked redbud in my backyard has finally let go. Perhaps it is telling me to allow myself to do so as well . . .? THANK YOU JULIA FOR COMING INTO MY LIFE.
This was exactly what I needed right now, thank you. I'm off of NYT and The Post too. I'm returning to podcasts like Radiolab and The Moth.
Outside my window: crimson leaves from our Japanese maple curled and misshapen after Thursday's snowfall. A downy woodpecker bouncing up the trunk of our enormous cottonwood tree. A scrap seekers truck clattering down the alley.
Loved the photography as photography and as a way of staying awake and alive. I also appreciated the validation of my love of the state fair!
I would add: notice what's going on inside you. Where are you hurting, stiff or stagnant? What makes you warm and tingly? What inner longings are calling for attention? Follow all that instead of your news feed and whole new worlds will open up!
Boy, did I love this--especially your "Time Park" riff. Brilliant!
I notice things, and every once in a while make a poem out of them. Yesterday while pumping gas I saw guys in knit caps leaning against their vans and trucks drinking gas station coffee out of steaming paper cups. A blue jay screamed so I looked up: could see how blue the sky was--beyond the station canopy--but not a blue jay visible. Noisy cars whizzed by beyond a thin screen of crepe myrtles.
I'm still looking at the NYT, but less. Instagram even more infrequently.
A mind snapper set of reflections for a sunny Friday. The Addinozio poem is reassuring and unsettling. I’m reading about AI and your Time Park or Park Time story connected with wide ranging thoughts on what is possible and could happen as our minds are taken over by the device that I am using now. Is this real? What is real? In this respect the poem is reassuring. It’s certainly come from the mind of a sentient human. Yes? Noticing glorious winter sun streaming through my windows lighting the room and the red poppies and green leaves in one painting in a new way. A small crack in the sheet rock I had not noticed. An intellectual disorientation, a sensation of my mind spinning, from soaking in your words. David Gray singing Life in Slow Motion playing at this minute. Time Park.
I just wanted to let you know that I LOVE footnotes! I'm so glad you include them so often!
Ooh, thank you for this feedback! I am definitely feeling like footnotes are going to be a thing going forward--turns out I love a citation :)
Oh how I wish I had read this before today! Your writing fills me with such joy and wonder! That's something I'm noticing right now. I'm also noticing that my countenance and energy feel lighter and more playful now, like maybe I do have endless sources of joy available to me at any moment. Intellectually, I've known this. Lately, I've just been in my head a lot. I loved the photos from the fair and it makes me want to do more noticing photos rather than more "good" photos. Looking out my bedroom window now I am noticing that the single yellow leaf that clung for days onto the otherwise naked redbud in my backyard has finally let go. Perhaps it is telling me to allow myself to do so as well . . .? THANK YOU JULIA FOR COMING INTO MY LIFE.
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Stolen Focus is a life changer for sure.
Right???!!!
This was exactly what I needed right now, thank you. I'm off of NYT and The Post too. I'm returning to podcasts like Radiolab and The Moth.
Outside my window: crimson leaves from our Japanese maple curled and misshapen after Thursday's snowfall. A downy woodpecker bouncing up the trunk of our enormous cottonwood tree. A scrap seekers truck clattering down the alley.
It's such a pleasure simply to read your words--woodpecker bouncing, truck clattering, curled and misshapen. Thanks for sharing your words, friend 💜
I loved this entire article. I especially loved the poem and your list. “Self-care is political warfare” for sure. Thanks for writing this.
So glad to hear it landed 💜
Loved the photography as photography and as a way of staying awake and alive. I also appreciated the validation of my love of the state fair!
I would add: notice what's going on inside you. Where are you hurting, stiff or stagnant? What makes you warm and tingly? What inner longings are calling for attention? Follow all that instead of your news feed and whole new worlds will open up!
Oooh yes, the gurgles and twinges and also THE FEELINGS. Love this! And yes, state fair 4eva!!
Boy, did I love this--especially your "Time Park" riff. Brilliant!
I notice things, and every once in a while make a poem out of them. Yesterday while pumping gas I saw guys in knit caps leaning against their vans and trucks drinking gas station coffee out of steaming paper cups. A blue jay screamed so I looked up: could see how blue the sky was--beyond the station canopy--but not a blue jay visible. Noisy cars whizzed by beyond a thin screen of crepe myrtles.
I'm still looking at the NYT, but less. Instagram even more infrequently.
I can see the blue and the steam, the steamy blue. Poem potential...thanks for reading 💜
I like this essay, and I like your photos. 🙌🏽
Thanks for reading, friend 💜
A mind snapper set of reflections for a sunny Friday. The Addinozio poem is reassuring and unsettling. I’m reading about AI and your Time Park or Park Time story connected with wide ranging thoughts on what is possible and could happen as our minds are taken over by the device that I am using now. Is this real? What is real? In this respect the poem is reassuring. It’s certainly come from the mind of a sentient human. Yes? Noticing glorious winter sun streaming through my windows lighting the room and the red poppies and green leaves in one painting in a new way. A small crack in the sheet rock I had not noticed. An intellectual disorientation, a sensation of my mind spinning, from soaking in your words. David Gray singing Life in Slow Motion playing at this minute. Time Park.
Yes to winter light and sheet rock and David Gray! I don't know what's real, but it is a lot of fun to try to figure it out 😁