Under the Oaks: Hold On
But not too tightly.
Welcome to Under the Oaks, a quiet place to sit and read in the Land of Oaks and Roses.
Is it just me or does it feel like life as we know it is about to change? I wonder if older generations felt this way too. Everyday there’s a new story about the loss of something someone thought would last forever: a house, a job, an institution. Actually, none of the jobs I had in my 20s exist anymore the way they did then. They’ve turned into something else. Not bad. Just different. I genuinely wonder if college will be around, or relevant, by the time my kids turn eighteen. The ground under my feet always felt like concrete but it’s starting to feel like sand.
On the loss of her LA home,
adeptly wrote “attachment is always accompanied by loss, in one form or another.” I think that’s spot on. I just don’t know what to do about it. My list of attachments is long: my family, my friends, where I live, this newsletter, my yoga place, my skincare routine, my phone, organic groceries…I could obviously go on. I think most of us could. Just look at how my three-year-old holds onto his bunny, even in his sleep.
Attachment makes us feel safe. It’s how our ancestors survived. But, are we still supposed to be holding on this tightly? It feels like we’re getting something wrong.
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