Writing Prompt: In her poem “How I Go Into the Woods,” Mary Oliver writes: Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the cat birds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours…
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For doomslang - the biggest one for me is when people complain about the heat in the summer and we’ve started saying “this is the coldest summer of the rest of your life 🙃”
Can’t wait to read the doomslang article, you’ll doomslay it!
I pray nonreligiously by gathering my exceedingly soft Pomeranian to my chest and whispering whatever hopes or sadnesses or other various thoughts in to her fur to let them go. It’s like confession, but with loves instead of demands for penetence and shame.
As for doomslang, in some disabled communities, the half-joke is that you’re alive, you really can’t complain.
So much agree! I have a friend who tells religious folks who get too insistent, “There is a being who loves us unconditionally and puts our happiness before all else, but you’re spelling it backwards and I find that immensely disrespectful.” It gets me every time! 😂
Money with Katie - on ig, podcast, newsletter - also has lots of great information on renting vs buying, and all of the anxieties surrounding!
For doomslang - the biggest one for me is when people complain about the heat in the summer and we’ve started saying “this is the coldest summer of the rest of your life 🙃”
Can’t wait to read the doomslang article, you’ll doomslay it!
Thank you so much for all this Grace!! That summer saying is horrifying lol
I pray nonreligiously by gathering my exceedingly soft Pomeranian to my chest and whispering whatever hopes or sadnesses or other various thoughts in to her fur to let them go. It’s like confession, but with loves instead of demands for penetence and shame.
As for doomslang, in some disabled communities, the half-joke is that you’re alive, you really can’t complain.
Pets are god in this house!!
So much agree! I have a friend who tells religious folks who get too insistent, “There is a being who loves us unconditionally and puts our happiness before all else, but you’re spelling it backwards and I find that immensely disrespectful.” It gets me every time! 😂