Heatwave
It’s Tuesday in the valley with warmer temps in the 40’s today. We may finally see the end of this lingering snow and ice (on a good day) slip sliding out of the driveway, making my way to work.
The cold, the ice, the fire and no rain could not have come at a more vulnerable time.
As our nation was tossing and turning through a new wave of nervous insomnia we had to swallow hard, heels not quite dug in, and take it. It was not the worst of things, it was a buffer, a mad dash and slow-mo mind punk all rolled into one reality adjusting reset.
Villains were exposed, saviors and truth tellers exalted and complacent do nothings exposed for the cowards we always knew they were. Cowards we thought, HAD OUR BACKS, but didn’t. Cowards who decided not to push back, raise a voice in opposition, lift a finger or bat an eye. Instead they have capitulated and retreated to the farthest corner. Do not expect them to rise or rally. They won’t.
The ice is melting here in the valley as the rose hue dissolves from our lens. We make adjustments as the glare from too much snow light moves us to a place of browns and gray. The colors of winter. The earthy tones that ground us and keep us steady.
We will find our footing and our minds will become clear as we rally the tribe. We are on our own but not alone. Millions and millions strong, we WILL hold the line, weather the storm.
Strong, passionate, kind, resilient, empathetic. Warriors of a different kind. Where inclusion is strength and the least among us is equal in value and has a seat at the table. No voice silenced, no person left behind.
The greatest weapon in a harsh unforgiving world is joy. We must never lose our joy.