I found my words

apocalypse-now#apocalypsenow

I’m realizing I have a good deal of processing to do and putting words to what’s going on in my heart and my head seems to help.

Often when times get rough, I seek to find a silver lining. When I feel like crying I look for a laugh instead.

Lots of us having to dig deep for that about now. The best I got was tonight when I was checking out with my selection at the “friends and family” sale at the mom & pop outdoor retailer store where my daughter works I finally found my words.

Apocalypse now.

Most of the time I’m too much of a stubborn optimist to really believe that. Yet I can’t dismiss the pain and fear in so many of my friends lives right now.

I’m not the only one resorting to desperate humor.

Today a cousin posted a criticism of some of the more destructive protests going on. His post incited more negativity to which I responded as follows:
“Not to condone, but to be fair, this was a particularly volatile election cycle and violence was likely with either outcome.

I’m only one small voice, but maybe it’s time for both sides seek to understand where people we write off as “other” are coming from and build bridges instead of pointing fingers.”

Too late, I realized my poor word choice when my cousin, who lost all the fingers on his right hand to a saw blade 30 years ago, did me the courtesy of liking my response and reminding me with gentle humor “I do not point fingers.”

Bless him. Bless us all.

NaBloPoMo November 2016

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