Gentle-people,
I am in recovery.
While I will share the details relevant to this newsletter, I am still not in a place to talk about what I’ve been through extensively. Trust I have a loving and supportive community of folks behind me who are helping me hold the details.
I am in recovery.
Which to me sounds like a word that should mean getting back under the covers. After an unexpected turn of events, my whole life changed in a matter of weeks…and still, I feel this pressure to “get back to” myself, to my routine, my work, and my writing.
I am in recovery.
Recovery sounds like finding the right path back to yourself, but I don’t think there is a going back for me. I can already tell will be haunted1 by these past few weeks for a long time. I am calling this recovery time in hopes that I can lean further into the unintentional pause I began with, but more intentionally continue to take a break from publishing this newsletter for another couple of weeks.
I am in recovery.
And I am learning to believe I can get to the next place I am to perch slowly as I seek gentle landing. I am leaning into some wisdom, my friend
once shared: slow is smooth and smooth is fast.As I write, I am under the covers. Sleep, where the body repairs itself, awaits me. If I am going to recover, I will need to honor her work.
wishing you a gentle landing,
—Rose J Percy
Can never use “haunting” without wanting to think nerdy philosophy/theology thoughts with y’all. We will see what we can mine in my recovery time.
Recovery
Rest rest rest, Beloved.
And may the rest that meets you wrap you up and provide softness and restoration even to the marrow of your bones.
Rest, Beloved. Rest.
Perched and slow. And covered. Love.