It’s June 13, 2020 and my feelings are all over the place.  I want to write something.  I want to say something to encourage or to inspire or at least to ease the pain that so many are feeling now, and yet I find that I cannot find the words.  Language is difficult.  It is hard for me to communicate when even the words I use are loaded with unintended meanings.I wanted to say “hidden” meaning but somehow “hidden” seem to attach a value.  It is so frustrating.

I am tired, I am angry, I am sad, I am hurt.  I am so deeply affected that I feel the need to withdraw from the conversation.  I feel the need to cut people out of my life.  I feel the need to isolate from everyone and everything.  And, in some ways I have.

I refuse to be distracted by off-topic conversations. So if you are here to discuss anything but the value of human life, the value of black lives.

Bye.

I don’t have time or energy for that now.  Take it somewhere else.

This is a triage situation.  I am focused on “clearing the airway” and “stopping the bleeding”.  All else is noise, distraction, diversion and I don’t have time for that.