A Living Place
Everything Is True
Ada Hoffmann's author newsletter
Sometimes I go out on the front porch, hang out with the grass and trees and plants, and ground myself. It's soothing to get the reminder that I'm in a living place, where things grow and breathe.
The other day I did this, with Ninja (on a leash) at my side, and then I wandered back into the house. I puttered around a bit in the kitchen and living room, and then I headed back to my office.
The office is where I spend most of my time these days. Even when I'm not working, I usually hang out in there to use the computer, since it has a more ergonomic setup for that than other rooms. Now that I'm in my 30s, ergonomics have become very important :D
I walked into the office, and was suddenly struck - on a level that felt physical - with the idea that this, too, is a living place where things grow. Not necessarily the whole house, but this particular room.
I've been thinking since the summer about how to balance these two sides of what's going on. The fact that things are alive and worthy and growing, right now, in the present; and the knowledge of how far there is to go, how much healing and repair is still needed. They feel like opposites, but they also feel like they are not opposites, like if I understood just a little bit better I'd be able to roll them both up into one concept.
Anyway. I don't have a clear-cut lesson about fiction and reality or animism or autistic life today. Here's Ninja, back in May, hanging out with a bunch of living, growing things.
