I adored Perfect Days. I watched it a few days after deciding to quit my editing work because I'd been too sick to function as a human. It found me at a time where my days were filled staring at walls or walking the dog and throwing out flower seeds in the yard and wondering when I'd get my body back and feeling like all this time was wasted, or that I was worth less, for not contributing because I wasn't "producing." The movie was such a simple reminder of grace and presence and that we really don't need that much to susain ourselves outside of our daily rituals and self-care. It certainly made me feel better about stepping away from work for a few months to recover and regain footing. I think so much of that pressure to produce comes from capitalism and is magnified by social media, as production is incessantly in our faces (and it doesn't help if we're prideful and are taught that what is valuable = product, not life itself). That, combined with being a woman and a mother and the expectations that befall that identity and what one is supposed to be. It's just so much.
Rilke's been my boy when it comes to rekindling my relationship with time, to "live questions" and "live into the answers" suggests that it's all a process, not a product. Time is such a teacher if we're present for it, which can be a challenge these days. Process pedagogy for lifeeeeee.
Ohhh, thank you for this reminder of the connection to Rilke. I love him so much. Live the questions so that one day you will live into the answer. That happens every time, and that's exactly what I mean when I say time is my ally. Time is always the all knowing teacher. Trust the hours, as Galway Kinnell says. ... And you are growing a whole human! That is no small feat. That is enough. I'm so glad Perfect Days found you at the perfect time. <3
I adored Perfect Days. I watched it a few days after deciding to quit my editing work because I'd been too sick to function as a human. It found me at a time where my days were filled staring at walls or walking the dog and throwing out flower seeds in the yard and wondering when I'd get my body back and feeling like all this time was wasted, or that I was worth less, for not contributing because I wasn't "producing." The movie was such a simple reminder of grace and presence and that we really don't need that much to susain ourselves outside of our daily rituals and self-care. It certainly made me feel better about stepping away from work for a few months to recover and regain footing. I think so much of that pressure to produce comes from capitalism and is magnified by social media, as production is incessantly in our faces (and it doesn't help if we're prideful and are taught that what is valuable = product, not life itself). That, combined with being a woman and a mother and the expectations that befall that identity and what one is supposed to be. It's just so much.
Rilke's been my boy when it comes to rekindling my relationship with time, to "live questions" and "live into the answers" suggests that it's all a process, not a product. Time is such a teacher if we're present for it, which can be a challenge these days. Process pedagogy for lifeeeeee.
Ohhh, thank you for this reminder of the connection to Rilke. I love him so much. Live the questions so that one day you will live into the answer. That happens every time, and that's exactly what I mean when I say time is my ally. Time is always the all knowing teacher. Trust the hours, as Galway Kinnell says. ... And you are growing a whole human! That is no small feat. That is enough. I'm so glad Perfect Days found you at the perfect time. <3
Congrats on the editor!