You’ve summed it up exactly. Thanks for giving voice to the coping mechanism I too am employing now. It’s been a week of mourning still spent savoring the small moments of joy.
Katie… again, you have captured Truth. My favourite quote is: “It is only when I became vulnerable, did I truly become string.” Your words and thoughts help a frantic, questioning world.
Dear Katie, Thank you for yet another lovely, thoughtful and thought provoking piece. This has helped to slow down my racing mind and reinforce my intention to soften towards the coming season of winter; to let things be and allow things (and myself and others) to evolve rather than pushing and attempting to shape and control. Aggression is looking and feeling like a outlived modality for being. Even the act of defining and naming and pigeonholing – ourselves and others and events – feels like an act of coercion. My note to self: whatever comes, let it come; whatever goes; let it go. You write beautifully and with deep compassion. Thank you for sharing your gift.
This is why we play basketball. The game is about cooperation and compassion - every 24 seconds we get another chance to get it right. Some football players spend their entire careers never scoring or even touching the ball. Baseball, for all its elegies and myths, consists of a series of solitary conflicts occasionally interrupted by bursts of teamwork.
Basketball doesn't exist with cooperation and trust. Jordan had to believe in Pippen and Grant, to trust Kerr and Paxton, to understand and accept Rodman. Timmy hugs the ball the same way he pats his teammates on the head. Joker's belief that an assist makes two people happy is hooper's gospel.
Other sports are defined by aggression, power, confict. Basketball is played with feeling, in the same way that music, its tension and release, the moments of grace, come from interaction with teammates that find their best selves in acts of creation, not destruction.
Love this line, "How susceptible our bodies to larger forces, like giant potholes, our vulnerability all synced up." The Future is Soft. Free Palestine.
A softer world
You’ve summed it up exactly. Thanks for giving voice to the coping mechanism I too am employing now. It’s been a week of mourning still spent savoring the small moments of joy.
At one time or another, this photo has been my lock screen. Changed it back after reading this. Thank you.
Katie… again, you have captured Truth. My favourite quote is: “It is only when I became vulnerable, did I truly become string.” Your words and thoughts help a frantic, questioning world.
Dear Katie, Thank you for yet another lovely, thoughtful and thought provoking piece. This has helped to slow down my racing mind and reinforce my intention to soften towards the coming season of winter; to let things be and allow things (and myself and others) to evolve rather than pushing and attempting to shape and control. Aggression is looking and feeling like a outlived modality for being. Even the act of defining and naming and pigeonholing – ourselves and others and events – feels like an act of coercion. My note to self: whatever comes, let it come; whatever goes; let it go. You write beautifully and with deep compassion. Thank you for sharing your gift.
This was really beautifully written.
This is why we play basketball. The game is about cooperation and compassion - every 24 seconds we get another chance to get it right. Some football players spend their entire careers never scoring or even touching the ball. Baseball, for all its elegies and myths, consists of a series of solitary conflicts occasionally interrupted by bursts of teamwork.
Basketball doesn't exist with cooperation and trust. Jordan had to believe in Pippen and Grant, to trust Kerr and Paxton, to understand and accept Rodman. Timmy hugs the ball the same way he pats his teammates on the head. Joker's belief that an assist makes two people happy is hooper's gospel.
Other sports are defined by aggression, power, confict. Basketball is played with feeling, in the same way that music, its tension and release, the moments of grace, come from interaction with teammates that find their best selves in acts of creation, not destruction.
This was comforting to my nervous system. Thank you.
Love this line, "How susceptible our bodies to larger forces, like giant potholes, our vulnerability all synced up." The Future is Soft. Free Palestine.