I slept. Well, sort of. Mostly, I wandered in dream-land, sorting — apparently — the chaos of our time. When I began to wake, there were six words in my awareness.
Black Saturday.
Now I know more.
Between times. Deep, deep loss. Fear. Darkness. Massive uncertainty. Not just the old, old story on which huge numbers of humans have chosen to focus their identity, but also the context of this time.
I suspect many, many of my ancestores — our ancestors — knew this feeling. This un-knowing.
How long will the darkness last?
Will we have hears to hear?
For this moment, I’m choosing — again — to follow her.
And hope!
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