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Happy Full Flower Moon! I think it is day 62 of our stay-in -place, but honestly I'm having a hard time keeping count and also wondering what would actually be the change that would mark the date when I would stop counting? It seems we are on the slow path to a more global and significant shift, more than just pressing the pause button on our "normal" day to day life. At least, that is my hope.

Sonya Renee Taylor says it so well - and if you haven't read her book (she's got a new one out for girls too), it's a good time to grab them:
"We will not go back to normal. Normal never was. Our pre-corona existence was not normal other than we normalized greed, inequity, exhaustion, depletion, extraction, disconnection, confusion, rage, hoarding, hate and lack. We should not long to return, my friends. We are being given the opportunity to stitch a new garment. One that fits all of humanity and nature."

I've been spending a lot of time in cemeteries. There are three right in walking distance from my house. It is peaceful and contemplative, and the light is beautiful there. I walk. I sit. I listen. I let grace wash over me. I'm thinking a lot about death, both the stories of those actually behind the statistics we hear about every day (and their families and loved ones who are left behind), as well as the bigger philosophical one we are all in right now. Endings and beginnings, season and cycles, portals and doorways are all around if you look.

Recently, I listened to Grace Bonny's podcast about the closing of Design Sponge and Good Company. There were so many good takeaways in that discussion about making work as a creative that is also aligned to our values, and the difficulty of keeping those dreams viable and afloat in a world where capitalism forces artists to become scalable and also holds most of the power. Another great perspective I read was Tavi Gevinson's final post on her Rookie community site, which she shut down for similar reasons after years of grassroots success. The through line was, both women could not sustain the kind of creative community they wanted and believed in (diverse, feminist, nuanced, and not necessarily appealing to the masses, yet so meaningful and important), and expand their impact and reach without sacrificing their vision to the patriarchal corporate machine. Something in that formula doesn't ever seem to add up. And, we all have to somehow make a living.

I'm thinking about all of this as I'm poised to build something new... something along the lines of giving up 'likes' to gain more Truth, and letting go of popularity for integrity. These are very different definitions of "success". And, we all have to make a living. 

So I am mulling over the idea of (r)evolution, as a friend put it so perfectly in a note to me the other day, sitting quietly smack in the middle of my own.


  1. You are SO WONDERFUL dearest Mindy. I absolutely love reading you and qitnessing your beautifultransformation. I too feel a profoud shift in the collective and I really hope we don't'go back'. For our children.. .and for ourselves too. Much love to you

    1. Isabelle! I am so grateful for all the years we've been following each other's journey - here's to a beautiful future for us all!!! xoxo

  2. Right there with you on the "giving up 'likes' to gain more Truth, and letting go of popularity for integrity".
    Yes to that. A thousand times yes. xo

    1. AND it's truthfully so hard to not want to stay with the "in" crowd. xoxoxo

    2. I totally get that. It's a lot of thinking/rethinking, feeling/ least for me.
      A touch of r(evolution) maybe ?? xo

    3. Completely, all revolutionary stuff at work. <3


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