Recipe for Friendship

At Loba Pastry and Coffee in Chicago: “Honey ~Squiggle~ Things” and “Fancy (ask for flavor)” pastries. It doesn’t matter what you get here, friends. You simply cannot go wrong.

Happy 19th day of National Card and Letter Writing Month!
Happy 11th Anniversary to Healing Through Connection!
Happy 100K+ total views on this blog in these eleven years–and thank you to all the humans who have viewed, commented, and followed all this time!

Today’s NCLWM prompt is Recipe. What is your recipe for deep, meaningful friendship?

Last weekend I communed with Phara, Christine, Heather, and Grant.
This weekend it was Donna, Jacob, Amber, Kasey, Troy, and James.
Holy cow, I am the luckiest person in the world to know so many amazing people and have the privilege to call them friends.

Donna cut through months of circular rumination and clarified the core of my mental and emotional struggle with one particularly vexing patient relationship. She and Jacob both helped me solidify ideas, structure, and themes for Book. Amber taught me about her generation at work and what it means to be a software engineer. And Kasey, Troy, and James just filled my tank the way they always do–sitting at brunch with them today made me wonder about and attempt to articulate my own Recipe for Friendship:

Ingredients:
–1 frontal lobe for Openness – enough to be willing to meet someone new
–1 or more Shared Interests – things over which we bond, in which we can grow together
–Many scoops Attention – each to the other, for both verbal and nonverbal communication
–Open faucet Curiosity – consistent interest in learning more about each other
–Demonstrated Common Ethos – core values that hold up our integrity in relationship with self and one another
–Consistent and regular Effort – demonstration that the relationship is worth our energy to cultivate and maintain
–When possible, In Person Contact – can substitute phone and video when needed; best results when added regularly
–Measured, in-context Vulnerability – key for depth and meaning
–Heaps and loads and oodles Love; impossible to add too much
–Time – no substitute, the more the better
–Trust and Devotion- will develop with Time, the last ingredients that occur spontaneously and multiply themselves, like strong sourdough starter

Method:
–This recipe can be made in any setting or context, at any time.
–Carry the ingredients on your person–mind and heart–at all times, ready when the opportunity to cook up a new friendship arises.
–Ingredients above are listed in likely order of occurrence, though most can be added at any time and then repeatedly, ‘to taste,’ in cooking/cultivating process.
–Additional ingredients of your choice encouraged, to personalize and make your friendships special to you and your friends
–Keep multiple recipes going at all times, each at various stages of mixing, stirring, rising, preheating, shaping, baking, simmering, braising, aging, cooling, etc.
–Even projects that have been apparently inactive for long periods may be self-sustaining without loss of flavor or nutrients, depending on stage of cultivation.
–Once a recipe is well underway, however, it will likely require regular additions of at least Attention and Effort to succeed over Time, depending on proportions and mixtures of the other ingredients.

This is a staple recipe. I cook by feel; as this is my first attempt at articulating my method, it will likely evolve if I keep trying to capture it in words. Now that I think of it, I could use sourdough starter as the whole metaphor, no? Oh well, maybe another time.
Everybody should have their own favorite friendship recipe–or maybe multiple ones!–on hand, written or not, like figuratively sturdy, dog-eared index cards with evidence of repeated use–stains, wrinkles, folds, and tweaks written in small cursive, legible only to the owner.
The strongest and most successful recipes are likely to be shared, mixed, and matched for additional depth of essence, character, temper, etc.–we all know the best loved recipes last the longest–often for generations.

My deepest and brightest thanks too all the friends who brought this forth for me today.
Love you all.

30 Days of Snail Mail and Reflections on Writing

Paper Source, Instagram

Friends, this is going to be FUN.

It’s National Card and Letter Writing Month! Apparently the United States Postal Service invented it back in 2001, expanding their annual celebration of handwritten greetings sent from a distance from one week to an entire month. And I am HERE FOR IT!

My favorite stationery and craft store, Paper Source, posted 30 pen pal prompts on their Instagram last week and inspiration has flowed freely since. I pulled out a small stack of washi tape cards from their storage and mentally prepared the recipient list. The first two cards are in the post to Son and Daughter, which I thought was a nice way to kick off this month of handwritten notes. So grateful for these two amazing humans in my life.

Then it occurred to me to invite friends to request notes! I’ve received two so far, and will continue to solicit all month. Meanwhile, the crafting bug bit me this weekend and after a great HIIT workout at Ethos yesterday morning I’ve basically been sitting, cutting, taping, stickering, and writing for two days (and listening to Of Prophecies and Pomegranates by TC Kraven–highly recommend!).

Front section from c.2022, back two sections made this weekend
My Audible review for Of Prophecies and Pomegranates by TC Kraven

It reminds me of the year I wrote one thank you note a day for 365 days–turns out I blogged about that, and my washi tape card making was already well underway by then, 2019. Huh. We are who we are, I guess.

I realized recently that when the pandemic started, I had only been writing this blog for five years. It’s eleven years old this month. Looking back, it’s been both an intentional and unintentional (more unplanned for this duration) exercise in consistency and practice, a clear and strong What to my Why. This post marks 777 in the library, and I have no plans to stop anytime soon–148 drafts and infinite impromptu new posts await.

My morning pages practice stutters along. I carry that journal with me everywhere so I’m ready when new ideas strike. I write brain dumps, emotional processes, blog ideas, and any other words that occur to me in these A7 size books, and my stash of empty ones continues to grow–plenty of back up and capacity. I have now filled four pretty journals since March 2023 with writing and media I want to keep for posterity and inspiration. I traffic in words, people, and I fully embrace it!

I started another weekly writing project in January, which will eventually organize into Book. I will share more about that in time. Suffice it to say I have finally found it, after these eleven years, and it feels absolutely right. Every book idea before now has felt boring, formulaic, nebulous, or otherwise slog-like. With each outline or proposal attempt, “This could be great!” quickly devolved into “Ugh, I do not want to write that book.” But with continued weekly blogging, voracious reading/listening that has expanded from psychology to memoir to fiction, science fiction, romance and erotica, another decade of clinical practice, and now a newly empty nest, the essence of Book has finally emerged, and I am convinced it just needed to take this long. Big thanks to Grant Gosch, whose insightful and patient questions and reflections have helped me distill the myriad, disparate yet intersecting book ideas into this initial, unified project. I look forward to each writing session with curiosity, love, and excitement! In the end, whatever the project outcome, I will have had fun and connected to people in some meaningful way–another, bigger, What to my Why. When people read it, I wish for them to feel inspired, empowered, activated, and connected. I feel confident I can accomplish this, because that’s how I feel when I write it.

Ever since I learned about writing and mailing letters in second grade, I have relished written correspondence with disproportionate fervor. Even my clinical summaries for patients at the end of an executive physical feel like love letters–here are all of my wishes for your best health until we meet next year!

What is your relationship with snail mail, or just a handwritten note, card, or letter?
When and what was the last piece you received? Sent/given?
How did it feel?
To whom would you write today if you had a fun card, some nice stationery, or even just a Post-It and a few minutes?

There are so many ways we humans find connection, love, belonging, and peace. Giving and receiving personal, handwritten messages stands out to me as one of the most special. I hope you may enjoy more of it this month and beyond.

Crowns Trilogy: The Most Meaningful Fiction of My Life Yet

What stories do you consume repeatedly? What drives this?

I have alluded to the Crowns Trilogy by Nicola Tyche a few times since I first listened back in November. Tonight I’m five hours away from finishing my fifth binge of the entire series since then. How fascinating!

Regular and long time readers of this blog will recognize other books with this kind of record in my history, such as The Art of Possibility and Start With Why. Recently the novels Beastly Beauty and Never the Roses have left deep impressions on me. The thread tying them all together, of course, is the centrality of relationship and integrity to oneself and one’s core values, and how this then shapes our connections to others. That theme certainly persists in Crowns, but its impact feels deeper, more acute, and I could not fully articulate why until these past weeks. Many thanks to my dear friends who have helped me put it into these early coherent words. I had already identified that it was the utter accuracy and completeness of the story’s depiction of humanity–its tender, messy, violent, complex, and paradoxical nature, that strikes me. But all good fiction does that. What is it about Crowns that hooks me so deeply?

First Sharon asked me, after hearing me gush about the writing, to describe specifically what I love about it. First, active verbs, hallelujah! Then the dialogue, the banter, the clever and subtle humor. Then the performances. Katherine Kennard, Connor Brannigan, and Zach Lazar Hoffman voice all of the characters with both technical precision and emotional depth. I imagine the writing made it easy for them to embody the characters, because the words are evocative. Fear, anger, devotion, anguish, loyalty, conviction, ambivalence, and, of course love–the characters’ conveyence of all these emotions and more spring from each chapter right into my amygdala, sparking it in ways I may have never experienced before from a book.

Phara first introduced this series to me, and I shared widely and immediately. Donna and Anna both loved it and we finally gathered to discuss last Thursday. For two hours we professed our admiration for Norah, the strong back, soft front heroine and our love for Mikhail, the utterly romantic hero we all wished to know better. We gushed over the loyal and tragic Alexander and his fun and lighthearted brother Adrian. But we saved our greatest devotion for Soren, for the depth and complexity of his character and the scope of his arc as the strongest and most lovable (in our opinion) hero of all. I named our group chat Sorenettes. Asked again, so lovingly, why this series affects me so, I was able to get to how the characters all show us how we can change our minds about people, groups, and ideas, and the inherited and established assumptions that we had previously held as immutable truths. This story gives me hope for connection despite serious barriers.

But it was Sean, whom I referenced in another post centered on Crowns back in December, who really cracked it open for me two days ago. Meeting in the Den at Ethos before our strength class, Sean’s face postively lit up when he asked, “Cathy, five times?” Remarkable and outstanding. I was queried again, invited enthusiastically to go deeper yet. And then it emerged: validation. Crowns hits me squarely at my Why, which is connection, especially across difference. Over three long books and over 40 hours of narration, the sweeping epic that spans kingdoms at war, a tragic love triangle, and the full scope of human emotion, the characters persist and finally triumph in the work of connection, despite myriad forces that oppose and threaten it, even mortally. What cosmic fortune that Phara gifted me this trilogy just when the world feels so lost to our ability to connect in general, and especially across any differences.

The insights have continued to roll out over the weekend. There’s too much to write tonight; I’ll have to do it all in chunks! That feels right–I want to savor the continuous processing, unfolding, emergence, and integration of meaning and synthesis that this story evokes. I already have at least three posts in draft, which I look forward to fleshing out: Rupture and Repair, Clinging to Our Beliefs, The Freedom of Being Seen and Known… OH, I could probably right a post a day this November based on quotes and passages!

My current thesis statement of the Crowns impact on me:
It is our face to face, one-on-one, personal connections, forged with continuous and concerted effort, patiently over time, despite both internal and external barriers and resistance, that save us. These connections require openness, curiosity, honesty, empathy, integrity, and humility from us all, and when grounded in love, they can overcome almost any division, I am convinced.

What relationships in your life fit this description?

Interestingly, jar smile writing slowed down unexpectedly and disconcertingly these last few weeks. I sat down most nights with the intense desire to write, then found myself uninspired for the usual love notes. Fascinating. I managed to sputter out some decent ones for the Ethos jar before finally hearing the call. Lessons and insights from Love Your Enemies and Crowns swirl together like the sweetest soft serve ice cream in my head and heart, and that’s what I need to put into jars right now. I feel people’s desire for less adversarial, calmer, and more thoughtful discourse. I sense the distress so many feel that it may be a lost cause. It is not! There is hope! And I can literally ‘bottle it’ for us! I posted on Instagram tonight:

“Prepping to write mini jars of love notes for bridging work. Anybody want one?”
“We must mind our assumptions of others’ motivations. Ask what they *care* about before what they hate.”
“22 tiny encouragemennts to bridge our differences; will send to someone wililng to receive.”

The first jar is already spoken for, and I feel inspiration rising to continue and persist.

So much good work to do, my friends. And I cannot think of a better way to do it than together. Epic love stories and tiny love notes help, of course.