I just miss that part of me from long ago. Another world, time, place, body. From here to there is so far away, yet happens instantly. Duality locks my mind. Breaking free feels plausible in your glance, in your gaze.
I’m over and done with everything. Spring sounds around me in late February. Smoke and fire season not long off. Covid vaccines underway and inequity in distribution soars. Will we survive long enough for a chance to live? Police brutality still. Racial, socioeconomic injustice still. I’m tired of it all. Poverty increasing to those in the lower middle class. It’s too much, for too long. The children at distance learning, all at homeschooling, longing for familiar friendships beyond screens. The singles of the world aching for a touch or a connection. The list could go on and on.
So I am left with what’s right in front me. My cats, oracle cards, long distance romance and another day. The sunshine, the full moon beams, struggling to grasp meaning, lessons and purpose in this strange new world.
Don’t ask me how I am. It’s a loaded question these days. You might not like my response as much as I don’t like, nor appreciate the question.