Saturday, June 02, 2018

A love scribble for the times from a San Francisco store window

Recently a friend wrote:

I have no idea what to do with the sheer volume of lies ... I feel overwhelmed to the point of despondency...

So are we all. Yet we go on in this time of trial, go on with the daily doing of what needs to be done -- resisting where we can, reminding ourselves that cruelty and injustice are never alright, protecting if we are able, and building toward a more beloved community, always.

The writer of this window note knows. Here's the text, transcribed.

We have mourned enough these past months. We have shed tears for the country we love and the values we hold dear. We have lived in the hollow of what is left behind.

We can not surrender to more tears because of this. We are leaping into grief as if we have embraced it as a form of recreation.

WE ARE NOT WHAT WE HAVE LOST. WE ARE NOT WHAT HAS BEEN TAKEN FROM US.

If we do not cherish what remains, we will all become as nothing.

WE ARE NOT BROKEN. WE ARE ALL AS WHOLE AS WE WILL EVER BE AGAIN. ... and in the end, when we cease to be, we will all become memories.

For now, we were born for these times, and we are TOGETHER IN THIS.

1 comment:

Joared said...

Yes, these are very challenging times to say the least. Recovering from them wil not be easy i think, but I am dedicated to continue efforts to facilitate that happening in my limited way. I’m confident I’m not alone. Miss Hattie’s words, insights and perspective.

Just catching up here as took a blogging break.

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