Today is July 1st. It’s the beginning of the year’s second half. I’m certain I’m not alone in saying that the first half of 2020 was the most astonishing, disorienting, and scary six months I’ve ever lived. It is simultaneously the longest and the shortest six month period I can remember experiencing. And I feel pretty confident that the second half of this year is not going to be smoother or less eventful. A bone-deep sense of being tired permeates my physical body. I sleep like a rock, for almost 9 hours every night. My legs ache walking up the stairs. I just feel absolutely exhausted by the world. The not-knowing is wearing on me. There is so much uncertainty right now. Of course it just points out – to me at least – how much of a fallacy our ordinary sense of control is. We are never in control. The universe has just seen fit to make that REALLY clear of late.
And yet, through it all, in this time of almost hysterical news, of fever-pitch terror and change, there are views like the one above, which is a photo I took on Friday night. These moments remind me of my favorite book of the year so far, The Book of Longings
…it seemed for an instant I saw the world was he did, orphaned and broken and staggeringly beautiful, a thing to be held and put back right.
Onward.
Yes to ALL of this. xo
Oh goodness, me too.