This week has been unusual in so many ways. Bri is actually “on vacation” this week, and I hadn't realized how his multiple zoom meetings a day structured our lives until he didn't have any. This week I don't know what time it is, or even the day - I've become so used to tracking by zoom…
I'm still processing everything else going on. I realized the millisecond I saw the first pics of the memorial on Tuesday night that I was not emotionally sturdy enough to experience the inauguration live. The first half of the week I was so anxious about something tragic happening that by the time I let out the breath I didn't realize I had been holding, the inauguration was halfway over. I ‘watched’ on Twitter to be able to keep a lid on the emotions that even 24hrs later still threaten to boil over.
But, as the numbness has started to wane, I have been filled with so much hope. I hadn't realized how much I missed the necessary pleasures of poetry, design, and music in concert with the all the pomp and traditions. I am also struck by how shocking the basic empathy, kindness, and humanity witnessed throughout the day feels after so many years with it gone.
I know we can grow these small moments of hope into a larger, more sustained movement. We have to. Because while we we have so much to heal from, there is still yet so much to accomplish.
