hospitality as a lost art
i think there’s a seed in something vital in hospitality. in how Hadar offers tea and food. cousins getting us a thoughtful engagement gift. Leah making tea at the yoga studio.1 tea is a recurring theme. reminds me of Becky Chambers books. the unexpected warmth of the TSA agent gate checking bags at the Detroit airport as I fly home. the warmth of the people that run Open Form bleeding into the ease of connecting with new friends in that space. work spaces too - at New York Climate Week, a climate finance leader running an effective session where everyone is addressed by their first name, with the sense that he deeply cares about everyone in the room. i love experiencing and offering good hospitality.2 feels worth distinguishing hospitality from formality of ritual - i think it doesn’t need to be formal and stuffy. it makes me feel more hopeful, more generous, more open. modern life, so often mediated by a cold, unyielding layer of technology, feels too often unhospitable. we need more spaces and vibes with warmth and openness3 paired with directness, seriousness of mission in work contexts, the physical spaces and cultural practices needed to move us forward collectively.