Beautiful piece Carla that wove into my thoughts this morning. It is 74 degrees, What?! The sun feels glorious on my face, but should I be sweating this much. It's November 7th, the day before the elections. The election day that some pundits have draped as the red carpet end to democracy? We will be sad, and happy, scared and excited tomorrow, whatever it brings, as you said all those things at once.
I don't like rollercoasters, and life right now -- climate, politics, abortion, racism, misogyny, all of the things I've missed -- is a rollercoaster and there's no getting off the ride. So we learn to breathe and laugh when the ride slows down enough to enjoy it or scream when it's moving so fast we are certain it will be the end of us. Or, we find a way to just ride and breathe, sometimes all at once. The only silver lining, I think, is that we get to do it together in community, like us right now. xo <3
This is beautiful - sad and joyful! This has been open in a tab on my browser waiting to be read since you published it. What's funny and perfect about that is that just this morning I was contemplating how I might write about the tug of war I feel internally between the trauma, grief and pain that I seem to want to write about, and my typically cheerful and optimistic temperament. Both are authentic. But if you only knew me through my writing, you might assume I was... well, can I say GOTH?! Lovely essay, thank you for writing it!
Beautiful piece Carla that wove into my thoughts this morning. It is 74 degrees, What?! The sun feels glorious on my face, but should I be sweating this much. It's November 7th, the day before the elections. The election day that some pundits have draped as the red carpet end to democracy? We will be sad, and happy, scared and excited tomorrow, whatever it brings, as you said all those things at once.
I don't like rollercoasters, and life right now -- climate, politics, abortion, racism, misogyny, all of the things I've missed -- is a rollercoaster and there's no getting off the ride. So we learn to breathe and laugh when the ride slows down enough to enjoy it or scream when it's moving so fast we are certain it will be the end of us. Or, we find a way to just ride and breathe, sometimes all at once. The only silver lining, I think, is that we get to do it together in community, like us right now. xo <3
This is beautiful - sad and joyful! This has been open in a tab on my browser waiting to be read since you published it. What's funny and perfect about that is that just this morning I was contemplating how I might write about the tug of war I feel internally between the trauma, grief and pain that I seem to want to write about, and my typically cheerful and optimistic temperament. Both are authentic. But if you only knew me through my writing, you might assume I was... well, can I say GOTH?! Lovely essay, thank you for writing it!