03/31/2024
All right, my dears. This is a blessing for befores and afters. If you’ve ever had a moment where things came undone, big or small, then this is all for you.
“Blessed are you when the shock subsides,�when vaguely, you see a line appear that divides before and after.
“You didn’t draw it, and you can barely even make it out.�But as surely as minutes add up to hours and days,�here you are,�forced into a story you never would have written.
“Blessed are you in the tender place of wonder and dread,�wondering how to be whole when dreams have disappeared and part of you with them,�where mastery, control, determination, bootstrapping, and grit,�are consigned to the realm of before (where most of the world lives),�in the fever dream that promises infinite choices, unlimited progress, best life now.
“Blessed are we in the after, loudly shouting: is there anybody here?�We hear the echo, the shuffle of feet, the murmur of others�asking the same question, together in the knowledge�that we are far beyond what we know.
“Show us a glimmer of possibility in this new constraint,�that small truths will be given back to us.�We are held.�We are safe.�We are loved.�We are loved.�We are loved.
“And best of all: We are not alone.”
Thank you, my loves.