The shaping power of my little library goes beyond the suggestion to bury myself in Dostoevsky. The library is my life history collected across volumes; these are the ideas and stories that have formed me.
When you’re largely stuck indoors, even the building next door becomes special. And I see how this house blocks the sun, how it abuts the little walkway between our buildings that makes me feel cramped and unwelcome. No wonder I rarely step through here.
Jen Pollock Michel reflects on the need to right-size our suffering. To make a practice of seeing it clearly and proportionally. To regularly seek to understand stories that are different from our own.
Culture is the manifestation of a series of assumptions and beliefs. We might say these ideas comprise the cultural air, and we breathe it in every day. Just like air, we should care about the quality of the ideas we breathe.