What to say after a year hiatus? We are living in soul-crushing times. Children are dying in Gaza. An orange monster is running our country into the ground and taking our rights away. Climate change is fueling natural disasters left and right. Our brains were not built to intake this much news this quickly or plentifully. Fight or flight becomes one big muddle of fatigue, and then there we are, barely getting laundry done in the middle of the descent of democracy.
I’m here not to remind you of all the awfulness we are dealing with, but to offer a small measure of comfort and hope. There is honeysuckle blooming on my way into the office, and it smells just as sweet as it has in past springs, bringing me right back to the backyard of my childhood. The sun is shining and recently I was up before the sun, sitting quietly and listening to the birds chirp wildly as the sun came up gently over the horizon, lighting another day for us to revel in. My matcha this morning was creamy and sweet on my tongue, and it gave me a quiet moment of enjoyment between tasks. There is light out there if we can give ourselves the grace to see it. Pinpricks of joy despite oppressing gloom, if we can slow down enough to find them. Wishing you a week filled with grace and tiny joys, friends. And try not to worry about the laundry.
Pink&GreenMusings 
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Hi CharlaI hope you are doing well.I
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Well-said. “Fight or flight becomes one big muddle of fatigue“ is such a great way to put that.
It can be so tiring existing in that state.
It becomes even more tiring when realizing how much of it was, and continues to be, preventable, but doesn’t get prevented.
That said, I agree with your sentiment. The good is still good, even if bad continues its schemes. We can stand up to it, and continue appreciating the beauty around us at the same time.
But all of that said, I’ll struggle to remember to do my laundry either way.
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