The rupture is real: fire, flood, starvation, pestilence.
The rupture is real: who are these people, my sister and brother citizens who think you can have a country where only your own desires matter, who do not seem to comprehend an obligation to nurture the whole?
The rupture is real: I lurch perforce into a new season, a different season of aging. I can no longer hold awareness of the way of all flesh at bay. That's okay; it has to be.
Let us strive to walk through what portals open, consciously and bravely and together as we can.
Thanks to a good friend for sending this graphic of possibility my way.
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