Sunday Morning Coffee

Every Monday morning I wake up and realize that I didn’t do a list the day before. So here you go, the first one in 5 months. So much has happened in that span of time, but maybe I’ll get around to it later. For now here are some things I have read and enjoyed or that have made me think. (This morning I’m drinking a Mexican dark roast I picked up at Sprouts.)

Things I’m Enjoying:

  • We Were Made For These Times: “When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. But that is not what great ships are built for.” – Clarissa Pinkola Estes
  • Roxane Gay: By the Book — If you do nothing else today, take the time to listen to Roxane read her story “North Country.” It is one of my favorites.
  • The best overlooked books of 2016, according to booksellers
  • Peaches, fiction by Georgia Jackson
  • Our Own Dolly Lama: “So I tell them, this life is a tough row for any girl. You may as well tease your hair and wear something shiny.” – Allison Glock
  • Leaving a Religion and a Marriage, and Gaining a Chicken Soup by Talia Levin — I’ve been really into soup lately (most recently made this one) and when this popped up in my email from The New Yorker I clicked on it, expecting a good soup recipe. There’s so much more here.
  • Resistance: the Mythos and the Logos

    This is another way of resistance, and it’s a resistance based on mythos. For those of us who live this way, it’s almost always based on a sense of individual calling, on a need to follow our own integrity and authenticity, on an inability to pretend to be what we are not. It might be a quieter form of resistance – though yes, from time to time we’ll come out of the forest and join the marches and add our voices to the voices of our brothers and sisters who have different skills and gifts.

    But here is our gift to the world: when the battle is finished and the enemies are quietened but the placards are broken and the houses have burned to the ground – we are the ones who will show you, stone by sharp-edged stone, how to build them up again from the foundations. We are the keepers of wisdom, the carriers of stories, the apprentices of the old crafts. When the blackbirds gather, we know what they are saying. It’s what we do; it’s who we are. We carry the resistance forward in our hearts and in our hands.

2 Comments

  1. 1. I have listened to North Country three times since you recommended it that one day at coffee.

    2. I love Clarissa Pinkola Estes, and this essay. Interesting side note: I got her book, Women Who Run With the Wolves, for Christmas. Recently I had a dream that a coworker borrowed it without asking, and used an orange highlighter (THE WORST OF ALL HIGHLIGHTER COLORS) to highlight any instance of a color in the text. I don’t know why I’m sharing this with you here.

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