Looking for a moment of silence. A place to reside where less is more and my needs outweigh my wants. Where I can think straight, get my bearings, and slow all this down.
There are those outliers who are off the grid, but that doesn’t seem possible, certainly not probable, and not really desirable. The best we have is a tropical vacation or storming Europe, but you’re picking up all the issues at baggage claim.
I don’t profess to be “Cassandra,” cursed to issue warnings that no one will listen to, but it seems to be the order of the day. My work has changed, more prophetic than creative, portending disasters and trying to offer guidance while finding my way.
Longing is not the answer, but that nasty mental intrusion worms its way into too many conversations, longing for a different time, a different outcome, a different life.
So the best we have, it seems, is a moment here and there, relishing the moments of love, heartbreak, humor. Not longing for the moments to be strung together like so many Christmas lights that are meant to lead somewhere.