Goodness. It’s been almost three months since I wrote a post for the blog. It’s been almost as long since I visited other blogs regularly. Honestly, I’ve really had only the energy to go on Twitter once in a while. I’ve gardened a bit, read a lot of fiction, followed as much news as I can bear, and just generally tried to hang on in the face of hovering dread about whether the guardrails of government can stand up to the reckless assault of a monster truck without brakes. It is emotionally exhausting.
I know quite a few of you are in the same place. Perhaps we can buck each other up periodically, exchange strategies for coping, and call each other to action when necessary. I don’t know.
But here’s what I’m going to try to do. I am going to exercise more and be out in nature more. Those endorphins can work magic. I am going to see friends more often rather than holing up. I am going to pay more attention to my spiritual life because being centered in a crisis cannot be bad. I am going to stay abreast not just of the outrage of the moment, but the news that gets lost in the magnified kerfuffle surrounding each breach of boundaries.
It is truly fall. I have a lot of clean up to do in the garden, but yesterday I took in more than I expected to find there–turnips, tomatoes, peppers, lettuces, and some sage leaves.
My gorgeous zinnias are at the end of their time and have no doubt seeded prolifically, but I will not be allowing them to take over next year. I have two rows of carrots coming up, some scallions, and a few radishes and turnips. They will take me deeper into fall.
I am not sure what the winter will bring. I do know that we need to lean in to each other, for strength, for purpose, to know we aren’t alone.