Every week since we started staying home I’ve posted a collection of photos of the preceding week. It’s helped me pay attention, reminded me that the days going by hold choices about how to live in the midst of uncertainty in these altogether strange times. Sharing I hope helps you parse out the happenings in your own life as we walk this out. Today, with the passing of 100,000 deaths in this country alongside of another Black man slaughtered in the street by a white cop, it all feels like too much. I don’t have a lot in the way of words.
The photographs from last week (I pull Monday to Sunday of the prior week in this series) today remind me that even in the face of hatred, death and denial, new days keep dawning, and maybe for this post, that’s enough. New days mean hope exists in the midst of the mess, and I want to inhale the relief that comes with that reality and exhale the overwhelming grief.
We’re all in this together, even as we are, for a time, apart.
