Tif Fussell :: Portland, OR :: August 2018
If you are wondering what it takes for me to finally (finally!) get focused and begin sharing some of my scribbles and thoughts again– you can look to these eight women whose encouraging comments on facebook got me wanting to show up and stay connected with those loving souls: Lori Massie-Sprietersbach, Gracie Charms, Brandi Marie Little, Kirsten Becker, Teri Simonds, Candace N’Diaye, Shell Kennedy, Charlotte Elizabeth Jenner.
You can listen to the Morning on the Dock podcast HERE.
The sad truth is, this little blog became something of an obituary column in the past year– and I have been avoiding it since my mother is in hospice and I didn’t want to deal with what I know is on the horizon. And yet, hello life.
As some of you know, the way that I have found my way to be okay in this world of such stupid and awful humans — sorry, humans to lump you all together but you do have a pretty lousy track record as a group — is to follow Joseph Campbell’s lead: if you are going to say YES to life, you have to say yes to ALL of it. You do not get to pick and choose no matter the suffering, no matter the atrocity, no matter the heartbreaking annihilation of beauty and innocence.
That’s the choice.
And, having spent some time on the NO road which, for the record was quite a lack of good times, I have committed myself to doing the work of finding my way to YES.
Some days, it is super easy. Some days I just can’t even. But, that’s the road I am on–
above is a photograph of my current journal cover
So, this quick blog update is mostly to direct you to the podcast that is now live. On it, I may or may not be talking about:
- My recent trip to Portland OR with Tif
- Writing a novel
- The joy of your own vegetable garden
- The inevitable FUNK stage in any creative endeavor (including Life)
- How at this point in my life I am pretty much immune to any unkindness or criticism that is directed at me
- My current relationship to doing laundry
- What’s cooking in my studio
- What I’ve been reading
- My plant-based life
- How much I miss my dogs.
No doubt, this will be a mash-up of the above as each of those topics are tied one to the other and are part of the fabric of my current life.
Books I mention:
THE MARROW THIEVES :: Cherie Dimaline LINK
nonrequired reading :: WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA LINK
what is not yours is not yours :: helen oyeyemi LINK
WHEN I AM AMONG THE TREES
by Mary Oliver
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”
P.S. The way that I get into the water– be it a lake, river or the sea– is slowly. Very slowly. Then, once I am in– I never want to get out.
P.P.S. The hotel I mention where we stayed in Portland: Silver Cloud