This post is slightly different from how I typically write them. Usually it’s just the list without much context or explanation. For some reason this time it felt like I should explain how this particular list arose. I was writing this morning, thinking about all the things that have happened in the past few weeks, (omicron on the rise; Betty White died 17 days before her 100th birthday, only a few weeks after bell hooks; seven people where shot and five died in Denver; and around 1000 structures were burnt in a series terrifying wild fires in Boulder County, Colorado), and feeling so sad. In particular, I can’t stop thinking about all the people who not only lost their homes in the fires but who couldn’t get back in time to save their animals — that GUTS me.

When I was doing my writing practice this morning, I was thinking about how as a human, I want to open my heart to all of it, the beautiful and the brutal, the tender and the terrible. I believe what Andrew Boyd said, that “You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.” This is resilience, beyond simply surviving, a place from where you can do your best to ease suffering without generating more of the same harm.

But it’s so HARD. When things are difficult, my instinct is to shut down or run away. I’m a highly sensitive person (“thought to have an increased or deeper central nervous system sensitivity to physical, emotional, or social stimuli”), who already feels so much extra, gets easily overwhelmed, so opening myself to the moment and the suffering that arises there is an awful lot like trying to drink from a fire hose.

I asked myself as I was writing “so, what is the strategy? how do you stay open? open without being wrecked? what is the answer?” This is what came to me. It’s certainly not the full answer and won’t work for everyone, but it feels true to me, in this moment.

1. Truth: Stay home. So many people are heading back to work and school after the holidays, don’t feel like they have a choice. For me, I felt extra compelled this week to stay home as much as possible, to read and be creative, to nourish myself, to rest as much as possible, to keep my germs to myself. I can make that choice, am so lucky to have that privilege, and it feels right to honor myself this way.

2. Truth: Stay off social media, quit spending so much time reading the news. The problem is that so much comes at me so fast in these environments and it’s hard to process, let alone turn myself around and do anything helpful. It’s a lot of noise, and so much of that noise is rage and grief. I long to hold space for people doing their best to cultivate sanity and compassion, but I also need space and have to take a break sometimes, find quiet.

3. Truth: Find other ways to connect, while also working to build resilience. There’s a place and time for staying home, disconnecting from the noise, being alone, but in terms of healing and helping, connection is necessary, and there are so many other ways to connect. The silent partner of that is resilience, being able to stay with what arises when you reach out — “strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.”

One Wish: The first part of the Andrew Boyd quote I shared above is “Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it.”

May you and I, kind and gentle reader, learn to carry the Universe in all the ways we know how and all the ways we haven’t figured out yet, without being crushed by it.

1. Morning walks. With Eric on a break from work, he and Ringo have been running in the morning while I sleep in, so I only went on one walk this week, but it meant all three of us got to go together — my favorite kind of morning walk.

2. Snow. It isn’t coming down as fast or heavy as I’d hoped, but it’s happening. We need the moisture so bad.

3. Helpers. In particular health care workers (including mental health) and first responders. They’ve had to hold space for so much suffering in the past few years, work so hard, with no end in sight. May they get the support they need to stay sane and safe.

4. Ringo. If you remember from last week, his new favorite toy was a pair of mittens he found on a walk. He still loves them most, but found another pair of gloves (he’s found THREE full pairs in the last two weeks) and a Santa ball to add to his collection.

5. My tiny family, tiny house, tiny life. Another year together. As hard as it gets, I have this, them, and that’s enough, that’s everything.

Bonus joy: clean sheets, clean laundry, pay day, snow, dear friends, babies and puppies, feeding the neighborhood squirrels from our compost pile (the clementines we didn’t eat fast enough are a big hit today), everything bagels, a crisp gala apple, new calendars, getting in the pool, sitting in the sauna, the hydromassage chair, naps, listening to podcasts, texting with Chloe’ and Mom and Chris, hanging out with Calyx and Carrie, blogging, making art (even the “bad” kind), clearing space, that corner of the couch, good TV, being married to an introvert, watercolors, crayons, ribbons, the “Rosie” playlist on Spotify, how cuddly Ringo is when it’s cold, a warm shower, electricity, a washer and dryer in my house, computer glasses, reading in bed at night while Eric and Ringo sleep.