As uncomfortable as it is, to truly see, absorb, and integrate the implications.
Unlike any other year, I have been doing just that. As much as my natural inclinations tend to compel me to look away, I am facing it. I only know what is written about it. Those writings can’t possibly convey what it was really like to be a witness. I am incorporating this into my contemplation about it. Imagining being there. Taking part in it, as much as it’s possible in my mind.
Something is very different this year. There seem to be parallels and analogies, in the events of the day, everywhere I turn. We’re on the verge of something, I sense it.
So this year I am turning toward it, leaning into it, capturing the very essence of it, as much as is humanly possible, and in so doing, my ability to celebrate literally everything is possible.
That which we deny, or fight we give power. Don’t be that guy/girl, what have you.