Non-Lessons from a Non-Year

Sometimes we don’t need every answer. Sometimes the question in itself is enough.

Marianna Saver
Big Self

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Photo by brooklyn on Unsplash

I apologize for the lousy, clickbait-y title. It’s hard to think clearly when the past year has laid over your head the same foggy blanket the British sky has placed over its roofs. From where I stand, the urban lights are melting behind a thick, white veil of mist, as if filtered through milk. London has never looked more vulnerable, and I have never felt more practical.

I apologize for the title because I don’t know enough to teach anything to anyone, let alone myself. But this is what twenty-twenty has taught me. A non-lesson from a non-year. I am writing it down, pen on paper, fingers on a keyboard, in an attempt to remember. And if you find something here you feel the urge to remember too, perhaps we both got lucky.

Non-lesson one: Presence

Twenty-twenty will probably go down in history as a year of apocalyptic disruption, but also as a moment in which people from all over the world came together to rebel against stealthy, recurring injustice. A moment we might want to forget altogether but that we also feel compelled to preserve as the image of our wounded and healing humanity. An emblematic moment. And even more so on account of its transience.

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Marianna Saver
Big Self

I write to understand what I don’t know. I also send monthly love notes: bit.ly/themorningair