It’s been a weird two decades. I’ve been surprised by the reemergence of old friends in my life and rocked by the sudden departure of both family and friends. You know about one of my younger sisters. Well, weeks after that, my mom’s younger sister left us. (Mom is still with us.)
Write about your grief. Write about your loss of interest in politics. Write about why movement is life, and preparation.
All of us are going through much the same thing. The world ended in March 2020, and the Republic's destruction began in force with the stolen 2020 election.
I'm navigating a decision to refuse outside employment that relies on my intellect and experience to maintain a deeply broken system.
Let things break. And write about how it feels, what it looks like.
I have no voice to sing out loud anymore but I often sing in my mind. I sing old gospel songs, old church songs from my youth. So when I read this my first thought is "this world is not my home, I'm just passing through, my treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue." As I am aged many of my friends and relatives are beyond the blue now. My treasures here on earth are family and friends but they, too will someday join with those who have gone before, somewhere beyond the blue. That is what we have been promised and what will happen. In the meantime, we do our best.
Dear Friend, I wish we could meet in person, but I know someday we will meet somewhere beyond our understanding.
Write about what's in your heart as always....Grief is a powerful emotion, and we've all lost loved ones. Reading about someone who has gone through it and talks about the experience is somehow comforting to me. Sharing grief divides sorrow among friends and acquaintenances. So glad your Mom is still with you, dear Juliette.
The quiet about how AI is going to change the job, visibility, and accountability of ANY Comptroller of Public Accounts is proof we are surrounded. Instead of the public being terrified of the AI encroachment on our jobs and livelihoods, the deep state should already be packing. But NOBODY, not NOWHERE has even glanced over that.
Write about your grief. Write about your loss of interest in politics. Write about why movement is life, and preparation.
All of us are going through much the same thing. The world ended in March 2020, and the Republic's destruction began in force with the stolen 2020 election.
I'm navigating a decision to refuse outside employment that relies on my intellect and experience to maintain a deeply broken system.
Let things break. And write about how it feels, what it looks like.
That's what I'm going to do.
I have no voice to sing out loud anymore but I often sing in my mind. I sing old gospel songs, old church songs from my youth. So when I read this my first thought is "this world is not my home, I'm just passing through, my treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue." As I am aged many of my friends and relatives are beyond the blue now. My treasures here on earth are family and friends but they, too will someday join with those who have gone before, somewhere beyond the blue. That is what we have been promised and what will happen. In the meantime, we do our best.
Dear Friend, I wish we could meet in person, but I know someday we will meet somewhere beyond our understanding.
I lost my younger son 1 year ago (by the Hebrew calendar).
וַיְמָאֵן֙ לְהִתְנַחֵ֔ם וַיֹּ֕אמֶר כִּֽי־אֵרֵ֧ד אֶל־בְּנִ֛י אָבֵ֖ל שְׁאֹ֑לָה וַיֵּ֥בְךְּ אֹת֖וֹ אָבִֽיו:
And he (Yaakov) said "I will go to my grave as a mourner" and he wept for him
I wish I had more... in so many ways
By the way, that is Breishit 35:37
I'm with Eric B., dealer's choice, write what you want, what you need to.
I'd like to read about your leaving LA, leaving California but hey, your choice. -grin-
Dealer's choice--surprise us.
Write about what's in your heart as always....Grief is a powerful emotion, and we've all lost loved ones. Reading about someone who has gone through it and talks about the experience is somehow comforting to me. Sharing grief divides sorrow among friends and acquaintenances. So glad your Mom is still with you, dear Juliette.
Why should I have a normal conversation with you?
The quiet about how AI is going to change the job, visibility, and accountability of ANY Comptroller of Public Accounts is proof we are surrounded. Instead of the public being terrified of the AI encroachment on our jobs and livelihoods, the deep state should already be packing. But NOBODY, not NOWHERE has even glanced over that.
Niggers ruin everything - go back to africa.