Nina Goodheart

Anything interesting I have ever produced creatively has come as a result of being deeply invested in the world and the people in it. There’s nothing for me in isolation.

I was deep in the kind of heartbreak that I now know is on the required curriculum for that stage of adulthood but that seemed, in the moment, life-ending and completely unique to me.

Here’s a fact I find hilarious: we only know about several early Christian heresies because we have records of people complaining about them.1 The original heretics’ writings, if they ever existed, have been lost.

I think about this whenever I am about to commit my complaints to text. Am I vanquishing my enemies’ ideas, or am I merely encasing them ... See more

Grief isn’t productive but it takes a lot of stamina.

I also like to look at a lot of photography, whether I’m directing, writing, or performing. Sometimes if you look at a moving image, your brain will want to copy that too easily. But photo, art can be quite evocative and force you to color in the lines.

scent of perfume on your collar. how gooey clouds look at sunset. clouds. sunsets. good morning texts, morning walks, good banter, beautiful brain dumps on substack. when spotify gives a really good recommendation. impressive cinematography. the mountains! skiing. beautiful cafes with beautiful friends. mountains. hiking? crisp, crisp, crisp air. j... See more

fresh laundry, cats purring, salty air at the beach, the musk from new leather, a spritz of angel’s share. sunlight pouring through blinds on a slow morning, the weight of a good hardcover book, silk pillowcases, the soft crackle of a fireplace, buttery croissants from a quiet corner café. the feeling of slipping into a cashmere sweater, perfectly ... See more

almond croissants, sun warming up a cool spring day, paperback books, beach sunsets, handwritten letters, gin and tonics, clean spaces, morning routines, someone remembering something about me and saying “because i know you” because to be loved is to be known, warm bread with butter and flaky salt, new york review book classics, making playlists fo... See more

Let there be spaces in your togetherness,

And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another but make not a bond of love:

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.

Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous,

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