It’s warmer today, though still cold and apparently about to be colder on Saturday. Which is February’s final insult, I guess.
A liony March it shall be.
Thank you so much, Nana Tutti for the coffee! And for the insightful comment! It’s so gratifying that my words can ring true, and that you find them valuable. Thank you.
And now Tuesday.
As we totter forward through the end of this short month, I try to look back at this year, already well-established, and struggle to remember what happened. It’s a blur, pastel colors blended beyond recognition.
It is deliberate, no doubt.
I mean anyone remember when he kidnapped the head of another country and brought him here against his will? What’s happening with that?
Onslaught after onslaught after onslaught and here we are, now months in, with few things changing.
It’s not ideal.
You want to know what I think?
Well, you’re here, so you probably do, or you want to read something for a few minutes at the very least so, yeah.
I think every single time we can pull ourselves out of the fugue state where time is just a thing going by, it’s an act of resistence.
We can do this. But we don’t have to do it all at once.
I’ve gone back to working on a meditation practice, which I’d slowly let go over time until I didn’t notice I wasn’t doing it anymore. We’ll see how it goes, it’s a form of mental exercise that is challenging itself until you get into a groove.
I’m embracing my hobbies and have picked up new ones; chief among them, building block sets, for which I blame Spoutible. But you guys were right about these things.
They’re fun.
I also think about the people before us, people who lived through times as terrible as these, times worse than these, who managed to survive them. I think about the millions of years of human resiliency.
And the millions of years of barbarism always standing by to destroy progress, every single time it rises. The complex, advanced societies decimated by outsiders who traversed the globe like they owned the place, always thought they knew better, had greater rights, were entitled to everything but the knowledge.
Never mind, they stole that too, and claimed it as their own, many a time. You can watch it happening in real time now, actually.
Round and round and round we go. It doesn’t sound reassuring when I write it out, but in my head, somehow the understanding that everything, everything eventually passes, good bad and horrific, reminds me there’s a forward to keep going toward.
But what I hope, what I deeply hope, is that we finally learn the lesson taught throughout humanity. That when this cycle itself mercifully ends, our new start is, in fact a new start mindful of memories.
Have a great Tuesday.
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