Lifeboats. Summer. Bridges. Helpers.
Lifeboats. Summer. Bridges. Helpers.
The rapid succession of a toddler-drunk-on-power messes is overwhelming.
I’m exhausted by the sheer number of (what seem to me) reprehensible acts.
My country is sickening me.
- federal agents shooting at (and killing) civilians
- actions against immigrants, federal workers, the environment, reproductive rights
- invading a sovereign nation and abducting its leader
- pardoning people who committed reprehensible acts
- terrorizing Brown-skinned people
- terrorizing transfolk
- Black Lives Matter, but don’t
All of these things.
Hate is spreading.
And hope is faint.
These are gut-punch times.
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Then we all have our personal shit shows.
My heart is breaking as I watch a loved one disappear.
Alzheimer’s is slowly (and quickly) taking her cogency and her memories and unraveling her.
(Fuck.)
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I’m looking for comfort.
Always.
And, in all ways.
The following four quotes might comfort.
(After each quote I present will be my thinking about it)
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Voltaire’s lifeboat voluntary band
Comptez que le monde est un grand naufrage, et que la devise des hommes est, sauve qui peut.
Life is a shipwreck.
Save yourself if you can.
Do not forget to sing in the lifeboats.
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Honestly?
Singing in lifeboats feels too upbeat today.
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