Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Breathe into being.

March 15, 2019

 

I don't know if we can ever truly separate ourselves from the damage done to us by the media, by its loudly projected expectations. And I'm not sure we can ever really forgive ourselves for giving into it, for compromising our health and safety and sanity for so long. And while we can see what it does to us--that devotion, not to gods, but to demons--there's a small, persistent voice that whispers, 'yes, but still...'

 

All we can do, I think, is stamp our feet and make some noise, drowning out that nagging voice which, I think (I hope) will grow weaker by day. We're in this together, petals--that's a lot of foot-stomping, and a heck of a lot of noise.

 

 

 

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