Hi there,
Are you ok? I don’t know about you; these days, these days are testing my fortitude and yanking my heart. It’s a visceral dare, and it’s fixed – the more the challenge, the greater the difficulty to rise above.
I heard this song earlier this morning. And in its beauty I found a moment that allowed me to bow my head and whisper ‘thank you’.
We have family in Israel…an elderly cousin in Haifa (who says that she is ‘witnessing a second Holocaust’) and other relatives in Tel Aviv who bore witness then and do so now. as well as others in Tel Aviv who re bear witness yet again. Their comments reflect the reality that trauma can find safety nooks in the soul that are perfect for hiding. It also doesn’t take much to remember where they’re hidden. This isn’t my story though – it is theirs. However, I’m blown away by the sheer heft of hatred that has been let out of the bottle – Palestinians, Jews, African Americans, people from Latin America, Muslims…such disdain is nauseating.
Waiting for the Karma Truck 