Aww, I love reading that you connected with Joy and that you cried tears of remembrance. Joy - that ineffable spark of something moreness that has us step into and through the darkest of moments. I love you Jeff.
I feel that I am stepping into that time now. The Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. I am learning to be gentle with myself. Sometimes I feel ashamed of being older. Yes, and finding inner peace with all the changes that go on within myself and in the world. Thank you Jeff for sharing as you do, your sharing makes me feel human!
You made me tear up at the mention of that carry-out request at Trader Joe's. I'm still young, strong, independent; I've allowed those traits to get mixed up in my personality, in my identity. Your public musings are medicinal for me. They remind me that I too will slow down, grow weak, and need assistance.
I hope I have the strength and courage to ask for help with my groceries, when that time comes. In some ways, it takes more strength and courage to rely on others. In that way, my physical strength has been a handicap for my soul. It has always been easier to do it myself. I'll have my work cut out for me when that time comes.
Thank you, Jeff, for this mindful moment of introspection. I find myself lingering on the idea of emotional vulnerability and how that feels much harder to navigate compared to the perceived perils of wandering through world.
Seeing a grown man cry is beautiful, and you should never hide your tears because we, who sit next to you, love you even more when we see your emotions run freely. You invite us to be a part of your vulnerable selves. Each tear is a story you held too close to your heart for too long, and now it wants to be seen and heard.
Thank you for introducing me to such an incredible artist! Kira told me about Friday Night Lights and there are some scenes that are etched in my brain.
Aww, I love reading that you connected with Joy and that you cried tears of remembrance. Joy - that ineffable spark of something moreness that has us step into and through the darkest of moments. I love you Jeff.
I feel that I am stepping into that time now. The Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. I am learning to be gentle with myself. Sometimes I feel ashamed of being older. Yes, and finding inner peace with all the changes that go on within myself and in the world. Thank you Jeff for sharing as you do, your sharing makes me feel human!
Thank you, Julie.
You made me tear up at the mention of that carry-out request at Trader Joe's. I'm still young, strong, independent; I've allowed those traits to get mixed up in my personality, in my identity. Your public musings are medicinal for me. They remind me that I too will slow down, grow weak, and need assistance.
I hope I have the strength and courage to ask for help with my groceries, when that time comes. In some ways, it takes more strength and courage to rely on others. In that way, my physical strength has been a handicap for my soul. It has always been easier to do it myself. I'll have my work cut out for me when that time comes.
Thank you, Dawn. Beautiful sentiment.
Beautifully written on vulnerability, Jeff. I too cry often during movies.
Thank you, Jeff, for this mindful moment of introspection. I find myself lingering on the idea of emotional vulnerability and how that feels much harder to navigate compared to the perceived perils of wandering through world.
Marvelous. Thought provoking. Thanks Jeff.
A beautiful essay. And who knew you were a Friday Night Lights fan? One of my all-time favorite tv shows, too! Much love
Greenwald is currently immersed in a project called Jeffji's Big World, which—to my mind—perfectly embodies the melding of beauty and vulnerability.
Jeffji you really captured it here. The beauty in vulnerability. Opening, entrancing. Thank you. Namaste.
Great seeing you and Lisette at the conference, Yamo. Next time let's plan some time together.
That sounds like an amazing exhibit!
Seeing a grown man cry is beautiful, and you should never hide your tears because we, who sit next to you, love you even more when we see your emotions run freely. You invite us to be a part of your vulnerable selves. Each tear is a story you held too close to your heart for too long, and now it wants to be seen and heard.
Thank you for introducing me to such an incredible artist! Kira told me about Friday Night Lights and there are some scenes that are etched in my brain.