Well hello old friend. It's been awhile since we shared a moment. Let's see what happens shall we?

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Well hello old friend. It's been awhile since we shared a moment. Let's see what happens shall we?
Some thoughts
I won't deny that for a few obvious reasons, this blip in the vast expanse that is blog space is primarily a written version of me talking to myself aloud. I don't know if it's cathartic or that I even believe in the power of catharsis--my familiarity with the latest psychology research on the topic also needs an update--but if anything, openly acknowledging a certain amount of vulnerability does make a person feel human. At this particular moment, the precariousness of the situation in Japan continues to weigh heavily in my head and heart, and indeed, it is difficult to have concern for much else. Yes, there are signs of hope, visible in the compassionate words and actions from individuals and organizations the world over, and resilient pragmatism of survivors. But still, there is frightening uncertainty underlying each moment, and it breaks my heart to behold so much destruction and suffering.
I think of my loved ones and the appreciation I have for their presence in my life--how thankful I am that family and friends are safe, and how truly saddened I am to know that many of them are struggling (some on perhaps a deeper level than myself or others) with all that is happening. Maybe I need to connect with these particularly dear individuals, and indeed I've tried to some extent, in sentimental fashion. But at the same time, my inner struggle to cope with and accept how life is currently manifesting itself prevents me from fully acknowledging some of those connections. Despite having strong feelings about certain things, I can't quite get them to settle comfortably in my mind, and definitely can't organize them into correspondence that appropriately conveys those thoughts. There are either no words, or too many, to fit what is happening.
For anyone to whom this little blurb may be applicable (or anyone reading, for that matter), thank you. I hope the explanation makes some sort of sense; if not...well, I'll work on streamlining my self-contained conversation.