A wave of tears crashed in this morning while I was getting mail orders together. Breathing into it.
Like lots of the world, I know that I’m feeling extratender as we painfully slowly move through this pandemic.
I also know that this latest murder spree by yet another weaponized White guy is on my mind, along with all the tragically typical excuses.
While I’m sure the overwhelming world has something to do with all the feelings, these tears feel primarily about being thankful. In the middle of all this tragedy, I feel self-conscious admitting that organizing a bunch of orders would be the thing that brings me to tears, but it’s true.
Here’s why: The more impersonal and vicious the world seems to get, the more personal and kind I want my little part of it to be. Knowing I have the support and trust of kind, thoughtful people as I try to live a worthwhile life means everything, especially when the inevitable storms pass through my heart/mind. I’ll keep doing my best to pass that kindness on.
Looking back over my life as honestly as I can, the way I’ve most effectively encouraged kindness & empathy is through the stuff I make, from the creation of it to the ways in which I try to share and sell it. I’m not sure how many minds I’ve changed with all my arguing, and I’m pretty sure the art has gotten into some hearts.
Okay, back to mailing stuff & making more 🤓💜