a change of name & poem of doing less
now The Breathing Field (formerly Your Daily Open Door)
Dear Friends,
Making you this letter is one of the best parts of my life, giving me focus, inspiration and community. Today, I’m changing the name of the letter from your daily open door to The Breathing Field. It isn’t every single day. I like to underpromise and overdeliver.
I’m folding my prose essay Substack, called I Love This Place, into this one. It is a monthly missive about loving strangers, chronicling my street encounters and efforts to help people living outside, to take care of heart/planet.
I’m combining newsletters. Minimalism! I hope to deepen relationships with readers that way and make more opportunities for people to converse.
Rocky Field was my mother’s maiden name; my grandfather’s name was Thirsty Field. I love the phrase The Breathing Field. It describes life itself, beingness, being a being, on a living planet. So, welcome. I am happy to be here and breathing with you.
In honor of this change, below is a poem by Kay Ryan about doing less.
xo,
Abriel
“Least Action” by Kay Ryan, first published in Poetry Magazine, November 2003
Art: Johannes Hartlieb’s Book of Herbs (1462)
I love your move toward simplicity and I love your new name. Breathing Field is inclusive. Everyone and everything is breathing and together we create a breathing field from which we can all draw sustenance.—the Breath of Life.
I am giving thanks for you dear Abriel and all the ways you uplift us all.