All I can think to do is read you a story by Michael Meade, from “Why the World Doesn’t End.” It's from the White Mountain Apache, and they know a thing or two about a thing or two.
One bright note: Mom & Dad never had to live in a world with Trump in the White House. Sad and angry that my grandchildren will suffer the long term effects of his lunacy.
Weaving together, stirring up, unraveling, recreating. Such a hopeful, helpful story as we move through the cycles of existence. Love that your unraveller is a black dog—easier to see the chaos phase as a natural, necessary part of the whole when he’s cute and playful.
Love your insights, Kimberly. When I first heard the story, I honestly thought - well, just get rid of that dog and everything would be fine. 😂 I still fall into that.
Dear Julie, this is a most beautiful story for beginning again, which we do everyday and especially after a storm. We imagine something magnificent and glittering and get to work. I’m on the otherside of the world, but still feeling heavy with your news. This story has lifted me, thank you 🙏
What a lovely story, Julie. It reminds of Penelope in The Odyssey who promised to select one of her suitors when she finished her weaving, but remained faithful to Odysseus by unweaving it every night.
What a beautifully told story. I’ve been crying most of the day for that unraveled garment. At least, the garment I thought it was. Sometimes it does feel like the world is truly ending. It’s comforting, I guess, that those who come after my time, will pick up those threads and weave them into beauty again.
It’s a touchstone story. I don’t always feel it (too wrapped up in my own confusion) but just knowing it’s out there (and has been for many generations), is comforting.
Many, many moons ago I read the stories of he White Mountain Apache, Cochise, Nachise, Tsetsalbestinay. I even learned a few words of their language, Ciricahua..... A wonderful education into the the atrocities of white colonisation.... An Eye 0pener
This is lovely. The way I’m feeling today, the first thing that came to mind—why doesn’t she just kill that f’ing dog?!?!?
One bright note: Mom & Dad never had to live in a world with Trump in the White House. Sad and angry that my grandchildren will suffer the long term effects of his lunacy.
And the evil of those who installed him.
Yeah, that's what I thought when I first heard it. I guess that's just not how the world works. Also, isn't it weird that today is Mom's birthday?
Weaving together, stirring up, unraveling, recreating. Such a hopeful, helpful story as we move through the cycles of existence. Love that your unraveller is a black dog—easier to see the chaos phase as a natural, necessary part of the whole when he’s cute and playful.
Love your insights, Kimberly. When I first heard the story, I honestly thought - well, just get rid of that dog and everything would be fine. 😂 I still fall into that.
Ha! We all do Julie!
Kimberly, you’ve set my expectations high for Julie’s work. I’ve read three of her posts and she’s coming through with flying colors!
Awwww!! Thanks for reading, Rafael. Glad you’re enjoying it.
Thank you for posting this today! I (as many others) needed to hear it.
I'm glad it served. It's powerful medicine.
How achingly beautiful, and how perfect for today.
That’s good to hear.
Thank you, this is so beautiful and poignant. I'm crying and grieving and opening to the courage and grace of picking up the next thread
Give yourself some time and space. The old woman sat for quite a while. I’m sitting. Can’t see the new design yet.
Exactly, so agree. May we all sit and wait for the pattern to appear. Blessings
Dear Julie, this is a most beautiful story for beginning again, which we do everyday and especially after a storm. We imagine something magnificent and glittering and get to work. I’m on the otherside of the world, but still feeling heavy with your news. This story has lifted me, thank you 🙏
I’m so glad it’s worked its magic. A good story is powerful medicine. 🕊️
This is a perfect gift at the very moment. Thank you, Julie.
I’m so glad, Troy. You are most welcome. 🕊️
What a lovely story, Julie. It reminds of Penelope in The Odyssey who promised to select one of her suitors when she finished her weaving, but remained faithful to Odysseus by unweaving it every night.
Oh, that’s right! It’s interesting how these archetypal stories get around.
What a beautifully told story. I’ve been crying most of the day for that unraveled garment. At least, the garment I thought it was. Sometimes it does feel like the world is truly ending. It’s comforting, I guess, that those who come after my time, will pick up those threads and weave them into beauty again.
I feel you, Sally. I’m mourning that this story is t working the magic on me that it usually does. I feel such resistance to all this. 😢
Love Michael Meade and his work. Thanks for sharing
Yes, he's a gem. Glad it worked its magic.
I love Michael Meade. I discovered him in 2016 and have also found him helpful and enlightening.
He's a great storyteller and teacher, for sure.
Spectacular. Just what I needed; thank you so much.
That’s good to hear.
Would that we all had “a longer sense of time and a deep capacity for vision.” Thanks for presenting this as an audio as well as a written experience.
It’s a touchstone story. I don’t always feel it (too wrapped up in my own confusion) but just knowing it’s out there (and has been for many generations), is comforting.
Many, many moons ago I read the stories of he White Mountain Apache, Cochise, Nachise, Tsetsalbestinay. I even learned a few words of their language, Ciricahua..... A wonderful education into the the atrocities of white colonisation.... An Eye 0pener
Wow that would make a fascinating essay!
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