“In a world of competing truths, I hope you believe there is something special with your truth. Make art that lives in this truth and let us partake through your art.”
Yes, it's been a great practice. We were lucky to stumble across a house near a small patch of nature...it wasn't in our search criteria, but sometimes life is just lucky and I am fortunate to take advantage of it.
Indeed, continue making art. Wednesday morning, I had not been that angry, disillusioned, and frustrated in my life. I dreaded leaving the house for fear of what I would do or someone would do to me. As the day wore on, I worked on my Substack writings, played my keyboard, knitted on a project, said some prayers I hadn't prayed in years, and sat in the sunshine watching the birds drink at the birdbaths. By the time my husband dared to return home to his angry wife, I had cooked dinner and put a smile on my face. I felt a lot better. The signs and flags are coming down in the neighborhood. In time that name will disappear from my view and consciousness. And four years from now, there will be new people to vote for. And I'll continue doing my art. Thank you.
Yes. And really, the next big election is in about 2 years. The one silver lining is that this might juice a blue push to clean up our own executive branch.
The big irony with this is that MAGA's are scared to death of (gasp) socialists and (gasp) Woke agendas, yet many of them think Putin is a rockstart and they'd rather take communism over what the Dems have to offer. The head is spinning as if a demon has possession.
“In a world of competing truths, I hope you believe there is something special with your truth. Make art that lives in this truth and let us partake through your art.”
Very true, Justus! Time to Double-down.
Thanks! This post came to me during my arroyo walk yesterday. And your micro-seasons inspired this practice. So you inspired this essay!
I love hearing you say this.
I’m so glad you had that quiet space to hear yourself.
Yes, it's been a great practice. We were lucky to stumble across a house near a small patch of nature...it wasn't in our search criteria, but sometimes life is just lucky and I am fortunate to take advantage of it.
Indeed, continue making art. Wednesday morning, I had not been that angry, disillusioned, and frustrated in my life. I dreaded leaving the house for fear of what I would do or someone would do to me. As the day wore on, I worked on my Substack writings, played my keyboard, knitted on a project, said some prayers I hadn't prayed in years, and sat in the sunshine watching the birds drink at the birdbaths. By the time my husband dared to return home to his angry wife, I had cooked dinner and put a smile on my face. I felt a lot better. The signs and flags are coming down in the neighborhood. In time that name will disappear from my view and consciousness. And four years from now, there will be new people to vote for. And I'll continue doing my art. Thank you.
Yes. And really, the next big election is in about 2 years. The one silver lining is that this might juice a blue push to clean up our own executive branch.
The big irony with this is that MAGA's are scared to death of (gasp) socialists and (gasp) Woke agendas, yet many of them think Putin is a rockstart and they'd rather take communism over what the Dems have to offer. The head is spinning as if a demon has possession.
The cognitive dissonance is insane! But yeah, they are so scared of the godless dem’s they’ll vote for....
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Art Heals
Yes!