It has been a wrenching couple of weeks. The ongoing drama of Right vs Left is only a part of the angst, but not the biggest part … no sirree.
Lately, it’s felt uncomfortably close to ‘another day, another crisis’, with many hearts broken along the way. Contemplating the level of heartache across the country, and interacting with friends about it on social media, leaves me feeling numb and creatively paralyzed, but thankfully, not alone.
Many words have already been written and spoken — by people far more articulate than I — about the injustice of lives broken by tragedy, I will simply share these thoughts and impressions from the past week:
There is no reasoning with the unreasonable, only maneuvering for position. If someone comes at you in the hope of diminishing you in some way, I advise walking away, even though I’m a master at not following my own advice.
Human time is vastly different from Earth time. What once seemed in the distant future, now seems imminent. The challenge is to care, in spite of it.
Art, in no small measure, makes what’s wrong, right again.
Social media is breaking my heart this morning. Actually, it’s the world that’s breaking my heart.
I have to ask myself, again, why I think checking in with Twitter and Facebook during media storms is a good idea?
Denial is a potent psychological mechanism that only temporarily protects one from the truth.
Profoundly sad that we live in a time when NOT getting shot is considered a miracle.
Most artists view and interact with the world from the heart. I’ve tried all my life to toughen up. Hasn’t worked so far.
Where we go from here is anyone’s guess. There is a loud and obnoxious and too large faction that wants to see us tear down every step forward that we’ve made in the last 100 years.
The doo-doo is deep and our only choice is to grab a shovel.
Beauty sets us free for a moment.
Take a break…