I’m not going to lie. I don’t really feel like blogging right now.
Some days, these days, I don’t feel much like doing anything.
Who knows when it started – years or decades (or perhaps centuries) ago.
#metoo came first (I have blogged about one of my many personal #metoo stories here).
#coronavirus #quarantine came next.
While we were still reeling around the world from that, #blacklivesmatter exploded with the senseless, incomprehensible murders of #georgefloyd, #ahmaudarbery and #breonnataylor, all in quick succession.
It is enough to make a mind stop. Forget a mind. It is enough to make a heart break and a spirit flee.
So I don’t really feel like blogging right now. Anything I might type will fail to adequately encompass the fiery trauma engulfing our world right. this. minute.
I am white. I am female. I live in Houston, where the funeral of George Floyd just took place. I am on the threshold of entering my second half-century of life here on our small round blue planet. I want to be part of the solution, the healing, even as my skin color (if not my gender) places me firmly in problem territory.
Music was my first love. Songwriting. Words and music. Sometimes (it feels like) it is impossible for (my) words alone to say anything at all meaningful, comforting, brave, sustaining.
And so I hope you may enjoy a song I wrote called “For Me To Hold (too much pain in the world).”
I wrote and recorded this single many years ago but have never released it until just now, this month.
It is finally the right time.
You are in my prayers. May your prayers include me as well.
#allinthistogether #loveislove #saveusall
With great respect and love,