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\nHow do we find our way back to remembering who and what we really are, in the midst of lives that so easily call us into busyness, distraction, fear and the gnawing sense that something is always missing? How might we speak with one another, and write, in a way that evokes one another's depth? And why it is that, in these days of an new explosion of machine-writing software tools such as ChatGPT, we need the honesty and generosity of writing and speaking to one another that can come only from our humanity - from the inside of this one, mysterious and infinitely precious experience of being alive.
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\nThis week's Turning Towards Life is hosted, as always, by Lizzie Winn and Justin Wise of Thirdspace.
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\nTurning Towards Life, a week-by-week conversation inviting us deeply into our lives, is a live 30 minute conversation hosted by Justin Wise and Lizzie Winn of Thirdspace.\xa0 Find us on FaceBook to watch live and join in the lively conversation on this episode. You can find videos of every episode, and more about the project on the Turning Towards Life website, and you can also watch and listen on Instagram, YouTube, and as a podcast on Apple, Google, Amazon Music and Spotify.
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\nHere's our source for this week:
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\nOne Stubborn Layer at a Time
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\nPeace finds me today, meets me\xa0
\nin the clear waters of poets' words,
\nin the distant call of mourning dove,\xa0
\nin the bursting buds of the old mossy oak. Even\xa0
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\nthe black fly is an almost-welcome visitor,\xa0
\nits relentless buzz challenging me to meet it again
\nand again. It flies up close to my open eyes
\nand asks\u2014even this?\xa0
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\nThe young men painting the house next door\xa0
\nplay their festive music and sing and sing,\xa0
\nthey sing as if not a thing in the world hurts,\xa0
\nas if this singing moment is guaranteed.
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\nOr maybe they sing because\xa0
\nthere is so much hurt\xa0
\nin the world and none\xa0
\nof it is guaranteed.
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\nI love how, for once, I feel no need to justify
\nthis not-doing, afternoon spent cradled\xa0
\nin hammock's kind lap, pen and notebook close\xa0
\nfor when words decide to come\u2014
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\nand when they do, I catch one\xa0
\nat a time, like a child catching snowflakes\xa0
\non her tongue. I say thank you\xa0
\nfor each one\u2014
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\nfor what else but words point me back,
\nshow me how to, one stubborn layer\xa0
\nat a time, undress myself\u2014how to dive naked\xa0
\ninto the clear waters of what is here.
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\nJulia Fehrenbacher
\nwww.juliafehrenbacher.com\xa0
\nMay 16th, 2023
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\nPhoto by Radek Grzybowski on Unsplash\n