themarginalian.org · 13 hours ago
In the final pages of *The Year of Magical Thinking*, Joan Didion finds in plate tectonics and flower garlands a quiet philosophy for one of life's most demanding tasks: releasing what we love. Maria Popova's meditation on Didion's grief draws out something most of us sense but resist - that transience is not a flaw in things but their very nature, and that clinging to the dead, or to the selves we have outgrown, is what keeps us from living more fully. Didion's image of the lei she left at St. John the Divine carries the whole weight of it: "The lei I left at St. John the Divine would have gone brown by now." What Popova surfaces, through Didion, is that letting go cannot be willed - only surrendered to - and that in finally loosening the grip, something larger than fear is discovered. The story asks, gently but seriously, whether the small daily losses we practice on might be preparing us for the ones that matter most.