
Seeking out upliftment, in any form, is an act of resistance during these times.
The exuberance of mayoral hopeful Zohran Mamdani as he walks the length of Manhattan. (Makes me miss my old home.)
The current mayor of another former “home” of mine, Boston’s very own, Mayor Wu, playing Gershwin’s “Rhapsody in Blue” with the Boston Pops.
Another Gershwin piece, “An American in Paris,” played by my former summer musical theater camp colleague, Jihwan Kim (with Matt Brad Haak) on WQXR.
4. For anyone else with a (very) busy mind, these words from Letters From Love special guest, Jen Hatmaker in response to the question — Dear Love, What would you have me know about the difference between my mind and my heart?
This is what we want you to see: the mind thinks, but the heart knows. Did you feel the big exhale that came with that sentence? The mind thinks, but the heart knows. Did you even notice you were holding your breath? Sweetheart. The heart knows.
Ancient, weathered, infinitely expansive, the heart remembers. The heart remembers love. The heart remembers every lifetime you have been here — every form you have taken in this world and in others, in this life and in others, and it remembers, it knows, that the song of the universe goes like this: it’s all gonna be alright, it’s all gonna be alright, it’s all gonna be alright.
Your mind is a junior assistant prosecutor, wheeling a cart into the courtroom filled with evidence of lots of things to get extremely involved in and worried about and stressed over. And the heart watches, lovingly, and knows something else to be true.