States of Reality
These days folks are reflecting on the changes we've embraced from the pandemic. The losses of life and reality and the things we don't need in our lives are abounding. Aside from the obvious things of more time and less stress, friendships are certainly at the center of this discourse. I, like so many others, am no different. What shatters me is how things woke--for lack of something better--and how the endless exhaustion caused within and after has left me. As I wake in a reawakening world, and I set my feet back into patterns of semi-regularly, I'm left with new losses that can't be memorialized or precisely quantified. I didn't hide the fact that ten months ago my sister passed, that eleven months ago a good friend died, or that family and friends died from age, life, or COVID-19. I thought someone was dead, and I learned that he was merely playing dead for me and living his life happy along the way. He doesn't understand ...