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Carol L's avatar

Once again Tara, so much resonates. I've spent the past few months helping to build a house and I have seen first-hand the concreteness of your analogy. (Turns out a wall being 3/4 inch over means the cabinets ordered won't fit.) My first "wait, why?" was 34 years ago when my first son was born and I decided that circumcision wasn't necessary. Thankfully my husband agreed. Sadly, it took the Covid nonsense to open my eyes to HOW MUCH of our lives are being incorrectly measured. I regret blinding trusting "the experts". Never again. I love your perspective switch. I learned that when I had little ones from a mother's bible study. Folding laundry can be tedious, or you can be grateful you have loved ones whose clothes need washing, a washing machine, running water, electricity. Endless safe water out of a tap in a marvel. Spending time in Haiti taught me that.

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Trish's avatar

Love this essay...so much...i am sharing a very silly, recent experience that may have some relevance here....I took a plane trip w my daughter to visit family....we arrived at the airport very early, so when we discovered I had left a parking ticket in the car there was amole time to go back retrieve and still not be rushed. I returned from task and we headed, together to terminal...as i was walking i became aware that i was breathing pretty intensely....then, became aware that I was walking as fast as i possibly could, my daughter keeping in lock step...we were early....yet rushing like we were gonna miss the plane....i felt insane!! Quickly, as your essay suggests, “hit the reset button” and slowed down....nonetheless...i kept and keep catching myself repeating this same behavior....running like my tail is on fire...your essay put a small unconscious behavior into context...where did this default come from? I love your questioning the observer and how to get closer...can we get closer...slowing, observing, discerning energy is like playing a piano, practicing the right hand, then the left, then putting them clumsily together and then, one day unexpectedly, they come together and you are playing a masterpiece...in some gorgeous way...the observer found expression.

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