47: Week 10
10 weeks feels like a decade, like so much has happened that it couldn't possibly be 70 days. A constant merrygoround that brings on dizziness, nausea, and a back and forth of outrage, sorrow, shakemyhead moments. Each week bringing a daily dose of unbearable horrors, illegal maneuvers, blackmail, bullying, stupidity, and attacks. The New York Times keeps a daily tab of just some of these injustices . When I began chronicling the weeks, I first thought about how courage would be necessary to face these times, to maintain a sense of self throughout these times, to not fall too deep into a well of teared fears. This past week, I realized this moment also called for a different sense of courage--courage to live, not abandon joy, embrace community. Hope. I spent six nights on the east coast visiting family, feeding my NYC self, and celebrating Patti Smith. Every day brought smiles, reminders about the centrality of art and how I need that in my life, and a grateful sense of being very...
