Lydia Schoenherr
@schoenherrmikel
Lydia Schoenherr
“Store my meat? I store my meat in the belly of my brother,” replied the hunter.
Robin Wall Kimmerer • The Serviceberry: An Economy of Abundance – Robin Wall Kimmerer
“Store my meat? I store my meat in the belly of my brother,” replied the hunter.
Robin Wall Kimmerer • The Serviceberry: An Economy of Abundance – Robin Wall Kimmerer
This abundance of berries feels like a pure gift from the land. I have not earned, paid for, nor labored for them. There is no mathematics of worthiness that reckons I deserve them in any way.
Robin Wall Kimmerer • The Serviceberry: An Economy of Abundance – Robin Wall Kimmerer
Is not earth, an extention of God, providing what we need? is it not Pride. Greed.Lust.Envy.Gluttony.Wrath.Sloth that keeps that abndance from circulating around each mountian top and valley of the earth. Becuase There is enough, but theres not enough generosity. theres not enough generosity and faith. theres an over production of Greed and capital
... See moreIn a gift economy, wealth is understood as having enough to share, and the practice for dealing with abundance is to give it away. In fact, status is determined not by how much one accumulates, but by how much one gives away. The currency in a gift economy is relationship, which is expressed as gratitude, as interdependence and the ongoing cycles
... See moreRobin Wall Kimmerer • The Serviceberry: An Economy of Abundance – Robin Wall Kimmerer
I have never felt such a kinship to my namesake, Robin, as in this moment when we are both stuffing our mouths with berries and chortling with happiness.
Robin Wall Kimmerer • The Serviceberry: An Economy of Abundance – Robin Wall Kimmerer
i want to name my children something that can feel the same to them as robins name does to her
Grief is not just an emotion—it’s an unraveling, a space where something once lived but is now gone. It carves through you, leaving a hollow ache where love once resided. In the beginning, it feels unbearable, like a wound that will never close. But over time, the raw edges begin to mend. The pain softens, but the imprint remains—a quiet reminder
... See moreI find this text so profound in the context of miscarriage. , "a space where something once lived but is now gone. It carves through you, leaving a hollow ache where love once resided"
when you have a miscarriage you yourself are literally a space where something once lived, and your body carves around the special being created by love and that creates the most painful ache.
"the imprint remains—a quiet reminder of what once was. The truth is, you never truly "move on." You move with it." research is now showing that the cells of unborn babies stay with the mother years after their deaths. so truly you're not "moving on" you're not "leaving it behind" you're moving with it. Moving with him, or her. Taking that love with you, to every holiday and birthday, to every city or country.
Truly I "reach for what's no longer there" holding my empty womb in remembrance of my sweet babies.
I think all mothers of unborn babies need to be told " grief is not a burden to be hidden" as we were all raised up to keep pregnancies a secret incase something happened and to 1/4 of us, that something did. Now we are in a war between taking care of ourself and inconveniencing others.
lastly i thank the writer who said "because you have learned how to carry both love and loss together". all along i have been struggling to do this. Struggling to learn how to hold heavy loss and deep love and i didnt know i could hold them In one hand, together, as one. So thank you
Article
our accents are not just sounds; they are reflections of our experiences, aspirations and the human desire to belong.
Talking Like Friends: Exploring the Phenomenon of Accent Adaptation
https://isciencemag.co.uk/features/talking-like-friends/