DISRUPTION AND DESTINY

DISRUPTION AND DESTINY I am allowing this time of disruption to lead me to a greater destiny. How about you? I have lived through countless disruptions to the individual and collective status quo. They have varied in intensity and in duration. For most of my existence I have at best tolerated these disruptions, awaiting the time when I and we could just get back to normal. Could we please just get back to normal? Though I have lived through countless disruptions there has never been one quite like this. There has never been one with such sustained intensity. Never one that literally involved the entire human race. This has been and continues to be in many ways a great equalizer. We are globally being disrupted and disturbed.

DISRUPTION AND DESTINY2020-08-20T10:05:21-04:00

AND LIFE GOES ON

AND LIFE GOES ON Though this is my first experience of one, I am suspecting that pandemics radically change perspective. I know it has mine. In November 1995, the at- the- time love of my life drew his last breath while embraced within my arms. Thus, began an odyssey into conscious grieving that actively continues to this day. As I type these words, I can still hear that final exhalation of breath that carried him back into immortality. I can feel the astounding array of feelings that moved through my body. I can see vividly the light level in the room. The numbers 3:59 displayed on the digital clock. The faint scent of fabric softener on the hospital gown that I had placed upon him just hours

AND LIFE GOES ON2020-08-13T15:17:47-04:00

WHEN FRIENDS WERE FRIENDS

WHEN FRIENDS WERE FRIENDS Though it is becoming more difficult I still remember when friends were friends. I still remember when if something important was happening in a friend’s life they would directly and personally contact me to let me know. Now I am left to find out about all sorts of life events on social media. What used to be personal sharing has become impersonal posting. Deeper truths are tweeted, and reality is revealed in a newsfeed. In a barrage of collective data, the interpersonal is becomes buried. Intimacy, I fear, is stopping scrolling long enough to actually read. Let me be clear: I have done it. I have found myself overwhelmed by the task of sharing important information with a large number of people. It

WHEN FRIENDS WERE FRIENDS2020-08-09T09:04:55-04:00
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