I have a lot to say and I am having a hard time starting. Gotta start somewhere…
I’m worried about the damage already done, and the damage yet to land. But that is external, and I am struggling internally. In some ways it is a matter of focus, and of homecoming.
Eight years ago I was a manic, paranoid technologist. Today I am a scattered, weary parent. I’ve taken a lot in stride, and healed enough to know that I am not broken. I’ve opened up to others and I’ve been invited in by even more people. And so much of my meaning in this world is being threatened by the ancient yet mundane forces of ignorance and fear.
I wish I had more to offer, but I am still formulating; I have the great fortune of many layers of privilege that allow me time, and my thoughts are constantly with those that are being hurt right now. I have so many questions and precious few answers.
But love is the answer that always rises to the top.