A Few Words In Difficult Times
The last many days have been difficult. The nights worse. Like many, I have raged and anguished and whimpered and cowered. And floundered.
As a result, I have written little.
So today I have nothing to share except this image from William Blake, unsurpassed illustrator of the most traumatic emotional states of life. And the hope that we will all make it through, in flesh and in spirit, to a future day of more serenity, when the words will maybe flow again - at least as freely as the fears.
PS If you would care to share, I’d be interested to hear how you are doing through all this. It might give a little comfort to both of us.
That makes me sad that you're not writing. Hopefully this is temporary. I am sick about what is happening to this country. I go about my day to day, calling my MOC's, writing postcards for elections in other states. Gives me a feeling of doing something. But it's f+++ing scary. And I live in a Blue state! Hang in there Randy. You're such a lovely man, I don't want you to be sad.
It’s reinforced our decision to move - that happens Monday - so we have something to look forward to, living in a diverse neighborhood and not feeling as isolated. The price of staying would be even more depression and angst. Some people who know us can’t quite understand the rationale, and therein lies their lack of awareness of what it means to be different - which around here means not straight, not white. JD had a lengthy conversation recently with an old high school friend about that very topic. Many of our current neighbors are likewise unaware. I wonder if I’ve been in denial all these years, thinking I could simply be who I was in a covertly hostile environment. No matter, the season of life here is ending, and I’m feeling less pain about it than I thought I would.