Oh, yes . . . detours have been part of all of my life and many others. Changes that we didn't see coming . . that we may not have wanted. . . but, the best you can do is stay true to yourself. . . there are things we are forced to live with and we need to find ways (support from spouse, family, friends, community, etc.) to be able to deal with them. My heart is with you. Love you so. . . . Me
I can't remember who said (and I'm not quoting correctly) "making art IS rebellion." I can't write, although I have deadlines approaching. At the moment, I understand this numb, silent place we're in. I'm trying to think of this as a healing time, a rebuilding our strength time, so that we can move forward, or at least be brave enough to venture to the grocery store, pick up a brush, or open my journal.
I will need many more beach visits before I can feel anything. My poetry is at point zero. Luckily I had my substack ready by Tuesday -- there would have been nothing had I not worked ahead. I'm going to have to wait a while longer just like in 2016. I marched on women march that year. Maybe there will be many of us marching again.
Thank you for sharing your vulnerability and your perfectly acceptable reaction to this week's news. Please know you are not alone, and if the people around you are not your tribe, let us all know how we can support and help create community for you. I'm thinking of doing a weekly zoom or something to just give an hour to anyone who wants to join who is like minded.
You are not alone. We are still wondering how this happened. We were so sure we were on the winning side. How could we have been so wrong?
I am still in shock. Haven’t been able to write a blog post, paint anything or feel remotely engaged.
I feel you!
Oh, yes . . . detours have been part of all of my life and many others. Changes that we didn't see coming . . that we may not have wanted. . . but, the best you can do is stay true to yourself. . . there are things we are forced to live with and we need to find ways (support from spouse, family, friends, community, etc.) to be able to deal with them. My heart is with you. Love you so. . . . Me
I can't remember who said (and I'm not quoting correctly) "making art IS rebellion." I can't write, although I have deadlines approaching. At the moment, I understand this numb, silent place we're in. I'm trying to think of this as a healing time, a rebuilding our strength time, so that we can move forward, or at least be brave enough to venture to the grocery store, pick up a brush, or open my journal.
Best advice for when you are lost: stand still and let someone find you. Maybe that.
I will need many more beach visits before I can feel anything. My poetry is at point zero. Luckily I had my substack ready by Tuesday -- there would have been nothing had I not worked ahead. I'm going to have to wait a while longer just like in 2016. I marched on women march that year. Maybe there will be many of us marching again.
I think maybe we breathe, and then will learn what to do. Thank you for letting me know you are there with me.
Thank you for sharing your vulnerability and your perfectly acceptable reaction to this week's news. Please know you are not alone, and if the people around you are not your tribe, let us all know how we can support and help create community for you. I'm thinking of doing a weekly zoom or something to just give an hour to anyone who wants to join who is like minded.
I could use the community, cause in Key largo, there’s not much I belong in.
I have been thinking about maybe a zoom community to get together from time to time... is that something you might find interesting/helpful?
Thank you, dear one. Please keep me posted about your plans for gathering.