muse interrupted

organizing principles for strange times

I’ve created a great deal of video/audio/handwritten content over the past few weeks, and I store most of it gently in limbo land while I navigate personal transitions. The consistency of posting each Monday has been marvelous, but consistency can be another name for perfectionism amongst us neuro-spicy high flyers.

From a linguistic perspective, the term “transition” feels like a corporate whitewashing of the natural grief process that comes when an era ends. At moments I resonate with every prayer that beseeches God to save us from interesting times.

Rather than diving deep this evening, I offer a few photos that evoke tenderness in me. Perhaps they will do the same for you.