A Lull in Winter

Gray, gray gray.

I’ll be honest— I didn’t want to write this newsletter. I had two drafts, both about different subjects and both nearly fully formed, but found myself at a loss this morning when tasked with finishing them. So, I’m writing this to you on my phone from my bathtub on Sunday evening; not because I feel obligated to, but because I want to. I’m wondering- are you feeling as numb and sad and okay as I am? I feel so grateful for so many basic things: my bed, steady employment, nourishing food, my yoga practice, meditation, my functioning car. Yet I know that I am living precariously, paycheck to paycheck, a product of having chosen the luxury of living alone in an expensive city. Yet my precariousness isn’t what it seems. Despite not having much family, I know there are people who love me and would help me if I were to fall. I also know there are so many people in the world and in the U.S. without those safety nets, and I think about them often. I see them often, too, living on the streets o…