If the poet was right that too long a sacrifice makes a stone of the heart, then it's a good thing we've got you to carefully scrub away the sediment and continually restore its shine, even if it's just briefly here in the 314 before danger looms on the horizon again.
This essay, like all of your work, feels like a little miracle, an improbably rich gift in the midst of Hell. Thank you again, Sarah.
Another piece of writing that catches my breath. Thank you Sarah. Also your crystals and cutting board are fabulous. Trying to parse the apocalypse is dizzying work, your observations as always help me read the tea leaves here in Australia. Kind thoughts for you and your loved ones. Keep safe
Thanks for the hyperlinks Sarah! Love that you do that. I am a Philadelphia prepper, since living in Brooklyn during 9/11, at which time I became a prepper. Quintessential Gen X-er who was built for the (oncoming) apocalypse(s) and have felt it coming since I was a young kid. Back then I became aware of people in positions of power acting in suspicious ways - and they did not like being questioned. Currently the world definitely feels *very* pre-9/11. A lot is not right and people in positions of power are saying some downright super-sized weird shit. I'm just doing the day and especially loving on my home, family and neighborhood. And, my self-care, which has me calm during storms. Highly recommend upping treating yourselves kindly and deep breaths. Much love and peace to you all!
Your writing has, if possible, become more urgent and poignant lately. It is impossible not to see the beauty along with the horror in it, as you do with the minatory signs in the sky.
Thank you Sarah you express the thoughts of many so well. A musical soundtrack for these time might be “ La Valse” by Ravel. He wrote it just before WWI. It gives you a sensation of the world tilting out of control, which it seems to be doing.
Thank you for sharing the photos of your earthly treasure. When you write about your rocks, and washing, I have pictured the neighbor in Shrinking who buffs rocks as meditation. This, “normal person,” is different and just exquisite! I just cannot WAIT to read your next book!— and I know it’s expensive, but might there be photos? Like the textbooks of our childhoods, but with truthfulness?🎉
I too gather some when I find them. Interesting story, many years ago I found a rock at Chaco Canyon the first time I sojourned there and brought it back home with me. A dear friend of mine who has now passed on, always urged me to keep it in a high place in my home, a place of reverence, and to think about seriously of returning it one day. I asked him why and he said Chaco Canyon is a very sacred place (which of course I had known and that’s why I went there). He also said if you ever go back there please replace it in the same place you found it. I have since been back to Chaco Canyon twice and the first time I returned, I brought the rock with me and replaced it in the same kiva I found it. This was intensely liberating for me and lifted a veil I never knew I had.
Not that I am stating any place one might find a beautiful rock is in a sacred place but there are places that should not be touched.
On another note, there are many if not all points in your essay today that have resonated deeply with me. One thing I must state is that Tik Tok is banned in China and replaced with another brainwashing tool of their government. The two brainwashing ideologies do not intersect for a very good reason. I wonder if our Congress realizes this and if they did would they still allow Musk to carry on unfettered on X with the backing of our tax loop holes and tax money and his myriad of government contracts going unchecked? Are they this ignorant or are they complicit in the ongoing coup against our once beautiful country, or both?
Sometimes it's just comforting to know that there is someone else out there seeing these things, and that I'm maybe not as crazy as some tell me I am. Twitter was too effective during the BLM protests, so it had to go. And TikTok has been a magnifying glass on Gaza, so it must go, too, and so many people refuse to see it. Illegitimi non carborundum, and from one rock lady to another, I salute you!
As a former Midwesterner, (E Central Iowa) I know the color and smell of tornados. Your writing is refreshing, vivid and I appreciate your topics, skill and crafting.
The only books I have are your books. The only one I subscribe to here is you. That's enough for me. You're a pretty woman who loves pretty rocks. You have a heart the size the size of Texas. Your words are like music that soothes my mind. You make me laugh and cry at the same time. I love you and your poignant, silly, wonderful writing.
I love how you write, inter weaving the beauty and preciousness of rocks with the horrors. The attempts to shut down Tik Tok and other channels which are showing the truth of the genocide , shows how worried they must be. They cannot control the narrative and are therefore becoming desperate. The more we talk and share the truth, the weaker their position becomes . Thanks to you and all warriors of the heart 💗
One of the beauties of your writing is that I still have to look up the meaning of words. The only other time I have to do that these days is when I'm reading classic (likely banned somewhere) novels. Thanks for that Sarah.
If the poet was right that too long a sacrifice makes a stone of the heart, then it's a good thing we've got you to carefully scrub away the sediment and continually restore its shine, even if it's just briefly here in the 314 before danger looms on the horizon again.
This essay, like all of your work, feels like a little miracle, an improbably rich gift in the midst of Hell. Thank you again, Sarah.
Another piece of writing that catches my breath. Thank you Sarah. Also your crystals and cutting board are fabulous. Trying to parse the apocalypse is dizzying work, your observations as always help me read the tea leaves here in Australia. Kind thoughts for you and your loved ones. Keep safe
Beautiful rocks, sharp writing, scary truths. Thank you.
Thanks for the hyperlinks Sarah! Love that you do that. I am a Philadelphia prepper, since living in Brooklyn during 9/11, at which time I became a prepper. Quintessential Gen X-er who was built for the (oncoming) apocalypse(s) and have felt it coming since I was a young kid. Back then I became aware of people in positions of power acting in suspicious ways - and they did not like being questioned. Currently the world definitely feels *very* pre-9/11. A lot is not right and people in positions of power are saying some downright super-sized weird shit. I'm just doing the day and especially loving on my home, family and neighborhood. And, my self-care, which has me calm during storms. Highly recommend upping treating yourselves kindly and deep breaths. Much love and peace to you all!
My kind of truthhumor combo.
Funny yet dark yet wtf is wrong with this world.
You're a gem, Sarah. Savor what's good, the treasure of a sunset, a tree, a child. Even as we circle the drain.
Your writing has, if possible, become more urgent and poignant lately. It is impossible not to see the beauty along with the horror in it, as you do with the minatory signs in the sky.
Thank you Sarah you express the thoughts of many so well. A musical soundtrack for these time might be “ La Valse” by Ravel. He wrote it just before WWI. It gives you a sensation of the world tilting out of control, which it seems to be doing.
Thank you for sharing the photos of your earthly treasure. When you write about your rocks, and washing, I have pictured the neighbor in Shrinking who buffs rocks as meditation. This, “normal person,” is different and just exquisite! I just cannot WAIT to read your next book!— and I know it’s expensive, but might there be photos? Like the textbooks of our childhoods, but with truthfulness?🎉
Beautiful rocks and beautiful mementos.
I too gather some when I find them. Interesting story, many years ago I found a rock at Chaco Canyon the first time I sojourned there and brought it back home with me. A dear friend of mine who has now passed on, always urged me to keep it in a high place in my home, a place of reverence, and to think about seriously of returning it one day. I asked him why and he said Chaco Canyon is a very sacred place (which of course I had known and that’s why I went there). He also said if you ever go back there please replace it in the same place you found it. I have since been back to Chaco Canyon twice and the first time I returned, I brought the rock with me and replaced it in the same kiva I found it. This was intensely liberating for me and lifted a veil I never knew I had.
Not that I am stating any place one might find a beautiful rock is in a sacred place but there are places that should not be touched.
On another note, there are many if not all points in your essay today that have resonated deeply with me. One thing I must state is that Tik Tok is banned in China and replaced with another brainwashing tool of their government. The two brainwashing ideologies do not intersect for a very good reason. I wonder if our Congress realizes this and if they did would they still allow Musk to carry on unfettered on X with the backing of our tax loop holes and tax money and his myriad of government contracts going unchecked? Are they this ignorant or are they complicit in the ongoing coup against our once beautiful country, or both?
Sometimes it's just comforting to know that there is someone else out there seeing these things, and that I'm maybe not as crazy as some tell me I am. Twitter was too effective during the BLM protests, so it had to go. And TikTok has been a magnifying glass on Gaza, so it must go, too, and so many people refuse to see it. Illegitimi non carborundum, and from one rock lady to another, I salute you!
As a former Midwesterner, (E Central Iowa) I know the color and smell of tornados. Your writing is refreshing, vivid and I appreciate your topics, skill and crafting.
The only books I have are your books. The only one I subscribe to here is you. That's enough for me. You're a pretty woman who loves pretty rocks. You have a heart the size the size of Texas. Your words are like music that soothes my mind. You make me laugh and cry at the same time. I love you and your poignant, silly, wonderful writing.
I love how you write, inter weaving the beauty and preciousness of rocks with the horrors. The attempts to shut down Tik Tok and other channels which are showing the truth of the genocide , shows how worried they must be. They cannot control the narrative and are therefore becoming desperate. The more we talk and share the truth, the weaker their position becomes . Thanks to you and all warriors of the heart 💗
One of the beauties of your writing is that I still have to look up the meaning of words. The only other time I have to do that these days is when I'm reading classic (likely banned somewhere) novels. Thanks for that Sarah.
All so beautiful, the rocks, the sky and your wonderful words.