The pattern of the past year for me has been stillness. I’ve repeatedly and not always consciously given myself the gift of stillness.
If you’ve been on the internet recently, you’ll have noticed that 2020 bashing has become a sport. These criticisms are well deserved, to be fair. The past 11 months have wrought a level of death, despair, cruelty and isolation that is difficult to grapple with. For me, this pervasive darkness prompted a really beautiful and difficult journey of reflection that led to the complete unraveling of the stories I told myself about who I was and what kind of country I lived in.
I thought if I tried hard enough,
You wouldn’t notice I was a round whole in your square ass world.