The warm rain sloshed against the dining room window apparently at battle with the autumn air. This day was both long and short. It was dark but incandescent.
The wet day seems enigmatic of the times we find ourselves in. Uncomfortable, unpredictable , mercurial, and somewhat beautiful, despite it all.
Sometimes, and especially of late, I wonder why I pour countless hours into unpaid work, that is often unnoticed. I know this realm as therapy for an autoimmune illness, a creative platform, a sometimes messaging center to the younger ones, to not buy what they are selling. Shop small, buy local, upcycle.
Does a non-commercial message get heard?
I am highly ambivalent about social media even as I see how useful it can be. Often, it feeds dark corners of our mind without enlightening the larger picture. It enables a venue that ensures self-selection and the continuation of a paradigm.
It seems to ensure that we move in a circular way rather than forward and up.
And yet, here I am. on the screen, keyboard bright with blue light. Clickety click, Clickety click, That is all I am going to write today. I am spellbound by the light within the raindrops falling against the dusky sky.