47: Week 29
Provincetown Causeway Weeks pass, and some days I can manage to forget the horrors of the regime and the times we're living in. Weeks pass, and I say to myself that next week I will write and chronicle a bit of how I am dealing/living in these times. The picture on the left felt fitting for this moment-- a path only visible during low tide, a path that moves between points, a path that can strand you on an island if you don't pay attention to the tide. Some days it feels like it is a constant high tide, waves lapping page after page of news grinding at my heart, addling my brain. Too difficult to digest beyond the headline. Some days the path appears and anchors me, takes me through the days and connects me back to choices that nourish and make my heart full. When the regime began, I knew that one of the my biggest coping strategies, nurturing community, would be the primary way I could get through difficult times. Over the past several weeks, that's proven again to be...
