01/07/2026
Grief and joy: I’ve been binging beauty like nobody’s business. Wallowing in the wonder of nature and World Cup wins and losses. Drinking in the details at home, in the city, and by the sea. I think I needed it, this June full of color, texture and restorative energy.
“Oh! The color is so intense it pulls me in. I can almost taste the color.” I’ve been thinking a lot about the origins of Curating Grief, and this Pride Month, I was reminded of a formative experience: Reading “Stone Butch Blues” by Leslie Feinberg in my female sexuality class at UC Berkeley when I was 19. It left a big impression on me about gender identity, all the ways humans can be so cruel to each other, and how moments of beauty, tenderness and connection can get us through the unbearable.
In the semi-autobiographical novel, the protagonist’s friend tells her: “You’re hungry … Your senses are starved.”
I think many of us have been feeling starved. For some of us, starved of hope, joy, connection, the feeling of being cared for, especially by those in charge. If your heart has also been aching for your country, your people, other countries, other people, I’m sending love your way 💖
We need beauty to balance the inherent ugliness of existing in these times of so much loss. We need joy to sustain us, to help us imagine a life worth living and a world worth fighting for.
Sharing some of my recent moments of beauty, in case you might enjoy them too! ☀️🌸
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