I think one of the most beautiful parts of you is your ability to clearly, directly, and humbly name the struggle. Whatever the reason, be it your writing style, English as a secondary language, or something else entirely, your writing is so accessible. I experience your writing as a place where I am (all are) welcome. For the reader, this is a precious gift.
A friend blessed me with these words yesterday: “May you collapse into the gift of human limit.” For those limits are very good indeed.
I relate to what you’re describing here. The other day when you wrote about questioning has stayed with me too. Thanks for your honest writing Joel. You have a way of saying exactly what I need to hear. It is a gift that you trust yourself and write what you’re noticing. Much gratitude for you
This reminds me why I've let the concept of vocation die in me. It is its own form of violence against me and those whose would-be-vocations are to make me comfortable while I fulfil my 'higher calling'. We are human and any notion that denies our humanity for the sake of the secondary interface is a violence against us. Write, my friend, do your work, but be human while you're at it or it is for nothing.
I think one of the most beautiful parts of you is your ability to clearly, directly, and humbly name the struggle. Whatever the reason, be it your writing style, English as a secondary language, or something else entirely, your writing is so accessible. I experience your writing as a place where I am (all are) welcome. For the reader, this is a precious gift.
A friend blessed me with these words yesterday: “May you collapse into the gift of human limit.” For those limits are very good indeed.
I relate to what you’re describing here. The other day when you wrote about questioning has stayed with me too. Thanks for your honest writing Joel. You have a way of saying exactly what I need to hear. It is a gift that you trust yourself and write what you’re noticing. Much gratitude for you
Thank you, Gena! I appreciate you reading and interacting.
This reminds me why I've let the concept of vocation die in me. It is its own form of violence against me and those whose would-be-vocations are to make me comfortable while I fulfil my 'higher calling'. We are human and any notion that denies our humanity for the sake of the secondary interface is a violence against us. Write, my friend, do your work, but be human while you're at it or it is for nothing.
Our highest vocation is to be human! That’s our call in life. Thank you!