I was in a bad way long before 3pm, when the worst among us broke the world yet again. I woke up filled with my own dread and anxiety, paralyzed to the point of inaction on several fronts. Even going to the Arboretum and having a nap in the gazebo didn't ease my feeling that so much in my life, and the world, is broken. When I feel that way, I go deep inside, to silence and words and colours and foundational things. I accomplished nothing today, yet I am exhausted. Thank god The Muse texted a little while ago, having loved the mix / aurora entry from the other night, or today would've been a complete loss.
Deep prayers to those directly affected this afternoon, and to the rest of us as well. Every time this happens, the world gets smaller, less nimble and less possible. When does it stop?
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