Holding Space

And holding myself accountable for doing so…

Hullo my lovely readers

A content note for very brief references to grief.

Firstly, my deep and heartfelt gratitude for your extremely kind, generous and supportive responses to last week’s letter.

Thank you. Sincerely.

Secondly, due to a combination of emotional (mostly grief-related, personally, politically and at the intersection of those) and physical (mostly shoulder-related) factors, this week’s is another short one. I’d hoped it would be about an aspect of this year’s Devoted and Disgruntled that I feel deserves its own letter, separate to my wider thoughts on the event and gathering of theatre and arts folk as a whole, but I haven’t succeeded in wrangling my thoughts sufficiently.

So, in the spirit of:

a) the Open Space philosophy that is central to D&D (more on that when I get to the eventual longer letter),

b) chats at this month’s Let’s Talk About Loss meet up about multiple emotions co-existing, and

c) recalling that my word for 2025 is “space”,

this letter, and the art with it (a circle, signifying containment), is me holding space for my body and brain to feel how they’re feeling.

Both words and picture are sent with a reiteration of gratitude for reading, and love and solidarity until next week,

Jx

[Image description: An image drawn by Jessi on the virtual blank canvas of WeaveSilk.com. In the centre of the frame, on a black background, there is a teal circle. It’s slightly wonky, like Jessi, hehe. /End image description]