I can’t handle heavy right now. Trips to the bookstore focus on history (where we know the final act), and art. Lots of photos and quiet reflection. In the car classical music has suddenly made an appearance. It feels that sanity can only be found in what happened before. Clarity or maybe even hope is too foreign in the news of the day. The adoration of the horrible. The obsession with the obscene. Look, no one is perfect. But they can at least be decent. Honorable. And just. But even that low bar seems too much to ask. So here we go. To a place unknown. Consequences unsure. Future— questionable. Thats the same way the great ones have all felt too. You can hear it in their words. It lives in the background of their images. It’s all just questions. What next? They are not here to hear the latest version of the answer. But what they did, that does remain. The greatest hits of 1645 provided by Spotify thank you very much. The modern gallery with gardens from 150 years before I was born. Still here. Still calling. Still saying. This will not be the end. It was not for them. Will not be for us.
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Observations, essays, ramblings, thoughts and more from a slightly reformed New Yorker who has returned home to Ohio. A spiritual person having a human experience, writer, photographer, and public safety professional.
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These Days
It has been a minute. Jayce and I were married a few weeks ago. I have had some really interesting ups and a down or two. Family is doing well. We have launched the North American chapter of ICCRA and the political has turned to a shade of black that feels like it may become a permanent stain. Work is interesting, upcoming spin offs, the potential of change and of new things. And the first book should be out in July.
Okay, so now that I put that down it feels like a lot. But it has also been profoundly simple too. Through all this it has been more about radical kindness and empathy than ever before. Each recent moment has offered a chance to give or receive human connection. Sometimes in random interactions, often with old true friends, and on one magical day in the eyes of your husband in a city clerk wedding chapel in Brooklyn.
These are scary times. But they have also been times of magic. For those seeking their path through, I can only suggest to keep working at finding those connections. Put in the effort and remind yourself and others that love is the greater power. Grace is the greater gift. And in the darkest of times, we should always remember we have the power and the obligation to be the light.