HeyJaredMeeting Life with Jesua Wight
Meeting Life with Jesua Wight is a space of sacred storytelling, inquiry, and devotion—where life’s curriculum becomes medicine.
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Absolutely Perfect (opens the original)
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My first flight back East was significantly delayed, which meant I’d miss my connection in Denver, and after twenty-three minutes on hold with United, I was disconnected. You know the deal. I decided I’d fly to Denver anyway and sort it out there. My son drove me to the airport, I checked my bag, and eventually got in line to go through security.I placed my laptop in one tray and my backpack in another, and took off my black leather vest and my boots, which are notorious for setting off the alar
The Sand Drawing of our Lives, & The Ocean Returning ✨ (opens the original)
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Not long ago, prompted by the unnerving realization that I was running out of storage on my Macbook, I came face to face with the bewildering contents of my entire computer. Before I knew it, I was diving down a fifteen-year rabbit hole of digital documents and files, countless writings and photos, outlines for books never finished, polished videos from courses I’ve taught.As I innocently deleted files I no longer had any use for, scrolling through the digital thumbprint of decades of work, I st
Wonder ✨ (opens the original)
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One night not long ago, I had a rare surge of wondrous dreaming. I’m a prolific dreamer by nature, so the dreaming itself was not rare. But the quality of the dreams invigorated my heart in a way that left me wide awake in the wee hours, staring up into the dark, both hands resting sweetly upon the soft yin of my human body, drinking deeply of the magic still pouring in from dreamland.The specific content of the dreams is hardly translatable—you know how that goes—but the mark they left on me bo
My Daughter’s Mirror (opens the original)
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Last weekend, the morning after I’d posted my most recent piece—about meeting my future elder self at the gym—I was sipping my tea leisurely in the soft morning sun on my back porch, delighted by the winged-whirr and ethereal chatter of hummingbirds perched close by, when suddenly my phone rang. My heart leapt as I saw her image and name light up the screen: my daughter! She doesn’t call as often these days, in this season of her dedicated individuation, so every ring with her name on it lands l
Revelations from the Weight Bench (opens the original)
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At times I’ve felt subtly haunted by my younger body-selves while I’ve moved through the gentlest asanas on my yoga mat or worked out at the gym. Tempted to compare my current body’s shape and capacity to that of the confident yogini and radiant hiker-girl of my twenties, pre-motherhood. Or that effortlessly chiseled dancer-self of my late-thirties, post-divorce, moving and glowing in her physical prime.I’d notice this somewhat wistful, distracting, vanity-driven tendency to compare my present b
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