We meet again.
You always fill me with unspeakable dread. This week more so than usual.
A big event at school that feels scary – I’m afraid of failure, of embarrassment.
And politics… Oh, politics. The state government is trying to pass so many awful pieces of legislation that time prohibits my naming them all.
Last week I was angry. Upset. Fired up. But that was when there was only one issue to fight for. Now there are
If I called my legislators for each issue individually, I would not have time to go to work. And, well, that’s not an option, particularly given the aforementioned anxiety about school.
I love Jess’s description of the end of the semester. I know the point she’s talking about – where you abandon everything and cling to the shimmering Christmas tree, the promise of joyful time with family, and the hope of a fresh start in the new year. Another week, and I’ll be there, too.
At least, I hope so.
It is hard to have hope for the new year in our current political state. It seems that the country has collectively lost its mind, and our state is doing no better. I’m sure I’m driving all of Facebook crazy, in particular any political conservatives. (Who haven’t unfriended me yet…. Ha.) But how can I stay silent in the face of what’s happening? I want to run out right now and yell, to anyone who will listen, “WHAT. IS. WRONG. WITH. THE. WORLD?!?!”
There is a beautiful dusting of snow falling. It brings back memories of childhood Christmases, candlelight services at RRC, everything tinged with the special fuzzy camera lens (a la South Pacific) of nostalgia. It is trying to trick my brain into believing that everything is fine, that I can sit back, relax, trust…
But I can’t.
I just can’t.
The snow is only an illusion. These are not the shimmery flakes of beautiful memories. These are the cold, hard ice crystals of Narnia’s Wicked Witch.
Our world is frozen by our own hatred and ignorance.
We need Aslan.
I need Aslan.