It is hard to know what will impact me. Sometimes it is seeing a kid with whacky hair or bits of dog food or a banana peel.
Still, I am surprised that I can get myself together to go to work and sleep and eat and to write in this blog. It makes more sense when I collapse on the lawn. I have such high barriers up sheltering me from the horrible truth that I feel like I let the deep, dark fullness of our reality just sink in bit by bit. It is devastating but the world around us keeps going.
Rebecca