It’s gray, and maybe we’re going to get bad weather, maybe we won’t, it depends on where you look.
I took a little break yesterday, hoping for the low tide to turn around, and right now, at the top of this post, where my fingers are only warming up, I am not yet sure if it’s made a difference.
Maybe I need a four year break.
Maybe there will be nothing to come back to.
Hmm. Cheerful.
We are being pelted by a constant firehose of sludge, the more there is, the more there is, and I’m working on finding an equilibrium in an ever-shifting water tank. I don’t want to be a downer.
I don’t want to be a beacon of false hope, either, luring you in only to break upon the shore.
That’s not cool.
So what is our happy medium, friends?
Where is the line of enough reality, tinged with enough hope so as not to let despair sweep over like an orange mist?
A gross, staining, orange mist?
I suppose we will find out together, as we stumble along, as we sprint along, as we walk, as we crawl, as we stumble some more. The road ahead is long and full of holes and stones and forks and dead ends, and we can’t see too far ahead.
But we can take turns lighting the way.
We can have our spotters, we can have our eyes at the rear, we can have the people who need protecting at that very moment in the middle.
We can travel this road together, and some days we will feel good and strong and some days we will want to find a fencepost and just sit for as long as it takes for the road to change on its own.
We will do what we can do.
And keep in mind not everyone can do all of the things. Some people are less at risk; some people are far less vulnerable; some people have privilege they can wear like a cloak of protection.
If you have that cloak, don’t judge the others who don’t.
Let’s help each other, not hinder each other.
Well, let’s help each other if we tried to prevent getting where we are now, because if you voted for this, if you supported this, if you crowed for this, only to find you are not allowed in the bus, well, I’ll tell you.
You can walk the road alone.
You wanted harm, you can have the harm.
The rest of us, we will do what we do: we will fight for the vulnerable among us, we will take every victory; we use our losses to learn how to win, and we will get through because that is, at heart, who we are.
Have a great Thursday.
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