I think 2020 taught us to narrow our focus, to demand more, but to be satisfied with less. These two ideas are not contradictory, nor are they one in the same. We’ve learned to demand more transparency, more justice (well, justice—period), more time, more grace, and more space to be ourselves and free from comparison.… Continue reading This is how we do it.
Author: amycurtisholt
Our Weird Reality
This is our weird reality. But I’m no stranger to weird realities—a secretly hopeless romantic with commitment issues; a constant daydreamer with the tendency to overthink; a lover of silence with the nervous habit of saying too much, then analyzing every word; an optimistic wannabe always expecting the worst; a girl who hates drama, but… Continue reading Our Weird Reality
The Tactile Telling
I miss albums. Not just my once-massive CD collection, but records. I miss their size. I miss holding a new acquisition, studying its cover, wondering who the other characters are (Actors? Friends of the artist? I’m thinking Kenny Rogers’ The Gambler, Billy Joel’s Turnstiles…storytelling albums). I miss staring at that image as the songs played… Continue reading The Tactile Telling
The forecast you fix
Science about age and brains and sleep patterns aside, it's always been my habit to go to bed with the sun, rise with the sun. Even in college, when left to my own devices, it was such a joy to turn everything off at 7pm, in bed and sleeping by 8. I don't know about… Continue reading The forecast you fix
Established
I'm not sure when we'll finally understand that we are nature--messy and muddy, divine and colorful, useful and invasive, sometimes a great blessing, and sometimes a pain in the ass. But what we don't seem to understand is that ecosystems balance themselves, given enough time and space (and for nature, there will always be time… Continue reading Established
No dramatics
Man, but humans are tiring. I feel for the beings with no language who just have to put up with us, lacking the vocabulary to tell us to quiet down already; we're missing the entire show.
The ease of time
I think, sometimes (most times), it's our own definitions of the words, or the words we use, the labels, that hold us back the longest. That, and the deafening, off-key chorus of our complaining.
Easing into flow
It's about coming back to yourself--that place that was once so comfortable, you'd forgotten it ever existed.
The simple answer
So often the answer is simple, I think. Which is also, really, what makes it so terribly difficult to find.
Who we are, where we’ve been
I like secrets and I'm good at keeping them. I don't like lies, but then, I'm a terrible liar. I'm also none too adept at hiding my feelings, at least for very long. But I do like holding things back, harmless things, just for myself. Perhaps it's a habit leftover from a childhood of telling myself stories… Continue reading Who we are, where we’ve been