Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment

This morning I woke up and cried.

So many people I care about are in pain. It seems like we’re all in a more complex, grown up stage of life, but it also seems like the world is burning around us.

Have things gotten more difficult or have we simply grown more aware?

What a bizarre loneliness: when everyone who matters is busy struggling to heal themselves. To cope. To spend one day without being triggered.

And everyone else doesn’t care.

The weather is absolutely gorgeous.

I can think of at least five people I would murder with my own hands if I could.

I can think of many, many more I would heal with my own hands if they’d let me.

I can think of not much else.

I don’t know who needs to read this small, tentative reach into the void.

Directly from my heart, it comes: you are not alone.

Do you wanna hold hands and brave this burning world together?

Let’s love and light it on fire.