Journeys of a Wandering Wordsmith
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Another Dawn Closer
What a comfort. What an assurance. That no matter how much the last day or last four years have tested us, drained us, broken us . . . the sun rises anew. Gives us a new chance to absorb the light and also a new chance to shine it. Or as poet laureate, Amanda Gorman, perfectly put it at today's inauguration: "For there is always light if only we're brave enough to see it, if only we're brave enough to be it."
A Time to Step Out and Speak Out
As a conflict-avoidant person, I've always had this general rule of thumb: stay away from politics when talking with other humans – online or offline. Just stay away. But something's changed in the last year. A tension not previously felt now rages in me, building over the span of Trump's presidency. I've often been left wondering: at what point do I step out and speak out . . . and at what point do I just throw up my hands and take a deep breath and let it be, and pray, and pray? It's hard to sit down for my weekly blog and ignore last week's events at the Capitol. The insanity that erupted and has been swirling in America, within Christianity since Donald Trump descended down that escalator six years ago. It's all I've been thinking about this week, and again I feel the tension. Bubbling tension that must be released.
Break the Silent Madness
Sometimes the blogs come easily; sometimes they do not. Sometimes I feel as if I've nothing to say; other times, I have too much material to choose from. Sometimes it's all safe stuff; sometimes it's riskier. Take politics, for one. Oh the riskiness. Is that shudder from the wind or within? I'm finding it increasingly difficult these days to remain silent about politics while the insanity rages.
