It’s hard to watch these days, isn’t it? A long time ago I stopped watching as much “traditional” news and switched a primarily satire only diet. The Daily Show and shows and voices alike led my thinking along with a liberal education. From a young age I developed a healthy level of skepticism when it came to the media.
Now, in these times of crisis and so much unknown, we are turning to media, our phones, the news, politicians, entertainers, local leaders, and of course, each other for information and support during these times. It helps us keep together but it can also promote fear, anxiety, and chaos if the information is bad. It’s hard to find the good these days.
I find the good and a decent amount of infortmation watch Samantha Bee, Stephen Colbert, Seth Meyers, and others like them during these depressing times. I need the laugh and their satirical perspectives to endure the rest that quite simply makes me want to cry.
So what do you do to find the good? How do you find good news and differentiate between fear mongering and telling it straight?
Welp, my city, Spokane WA is all but locked down due to covid-19 and being stuck at home all day most days sucks. But this fur ball makes it easier. He helps the process of processing this trauma we as a society are experiencing collectively and my personal, individual traumas I’ve been lugging around in my baggage for years.
He helps me slow down and sort it through, and provides cuddles and kisses when necessary. Being his mom makes my life better in so many ways. Even the mundane things like refilling his water bowl bring me more calm, sense of peace, the subsequent joy and fulfillment is an emotion I never knew possible.
Yes, he digs up the yard sometimes and barks at the birds who won’t play with him in the morning but he learns every day and loves harder than any other being I’ve met in this life so all in all he is a wonderful puppy.
I hope you and yours are doing well during this strange times, and you have a furry companion to keep you company, inspire your work, and remind yourself to give love unconditionally…to yourself, to your pup, and to others. Even if that means staying home and six feet away from each other.
The last six weeks have been difficult creatively, stifling. I’ve felt blocked from producing and connecting with certain feelings— I’ve avoided pain and old wounds, long festering under bandages to keep hidden until fully healed.
This line from the #thesunalsorises has rattled around my brain for nearly two decades, and everytime it comes up again I find some thing new in the short question. This time it is melancholic and brings a certain sadness because I know some things can only be written, exist only on paper, and not in real life. That some things have to die in order to being about new life.
So here’s to new life! And the sacrifices that had to be made to get there. Skol!
the above and the following poems from a journal I filled over the course of 8 months. with this journal I dedicated myself to writing more poetry, sitting with my feelings, the hard ones to write. during that time I wrote over 30 poems and I wanted to share some here as I go through the rewriting and editing process, and the journey of putting together my very first chap book of poetry. these primes were typed in a Royal quiet deluxe.
so welcome, thank you for being here and joining me while I venture into unfamiliar territory. lets see what happens
If you lost someone this year or ever, I feel you and your loss; the hole in your heart that can never be filled; the voice you long to hear; the words you wish to read…nothing could ever replace them and their role in our lives. But we can grow, process and heal from the loss into something or someone greater. Not better, but more connected, more ourselves. So feel all the feelings, my friends. And write the hard ones to feel; those ones must be felt the most.
I wrote this after a cathartic yoga session, and after watching the movie Fury, written and directed by David Ayer. I first saw this film when I was in China and have recently be craving another viewing. After doing so, I understand why.
Both my grandfathers served in World War II; one a test pilot, the other a plane mechanic and bore sighter. Both important, dangerous jobs. This solstice I remember and honor their dedication to freedom and family, and for giving me the ability to follow my passions. It took watching this film again to start to comprehend what they went through at that time in history. Most certainly, they both were examples of the #GreatestGeneration.
I’ve never been that good at rhyming but I don’t think poems need to rhyme; they just need a rhythm. Prose can get away without having rhythm but poetry has to have a beat.
Still finding the beat with this one but I know it’ll be there once I sit at the typewriter. I wanted post draft one, nonetheless, as I find the original honest and true and worthy of sharing. It’s the time of year to be reflective, reminiscent and thankful for ancestors and loved ones; those we’ve lost who taught us right and wrong, those we can still hug and hold, those with whom we can create new memories with by sharing the lessons from those gone. This forming poem is one of the many impressions left from my father, and his enduring protection over me through all the lessons he taught me.
I’m glad to say my brother worked his magic on my computer, and it is up and running once again! Hooray!