Many of us are grieving, this is true - WHICH IS WHY WE NEED YOU TO KEEP POSTING YOUR PEACEFUL and even MERRY season; you need to remind us, we need to remind each other that seasons happen, leaves turn brown, and seemingly dead trees will bear fruit again.
It's okay, keep posting, some of us will feel the sting, the sharp burn when we see happy posts, it's in the cards.
It's been messy, simultaneous songs playing; cacophony!
Words in my head go from vulgar to divine every half hour. I go from shit this to eternal rest grant, and it almost always ends with an amen.
The texture of real things and the unreal tasks slam against me, I am frozen and scorched.
As a note to myself, I am not apologizing for my incessant need to write and post and constantly negotiate with the "I'll delete this later" monster and the Titan of "immortalize him" staring at me.
I belatedly want to thank everyone who silently gave me permission in the past - no matter how it stabbed them back then - to post my own happy seasons. This is what it means to hold space for each other.
We hold space for defeat as much as we hold space for wins; hold space for grief, we hold space for joy. We take turns. This is nature and this is the story so far.
117pm WED
20 Dec 2023