I don’t know how to hold it all. I don’t know how to unravel and bear witness and still function as if I’m not a heap of pulled threads on the floor. I don’t know how to have a day job assisting doctors in hospitals on one screen while watching footage of doctors holding the dead bodies of children killed in the hospital bombings in Gaza on another.
Gah! Corinne....your words put skin on the bones of my own fragmented mind...the swirling thoughts and burning rage and unrelenting sadness and fragile hope. None of us know how to hold it all. Yet we somehow can, together x
All I can think of while reading this this morning is, “Right.” For I, too, have been lacking words while unable to process these stories and images while I carrying out my somewhat normal day to day.
I hope the concert is everything you need and more.
Gah! Corinne....your words put skin on the bones of my own fragmented mind...the swirling thoughts and burning rage and unrelenting sadness and fragile hope. None of us know how to hold it all. Yet we somehow can, together x
Beautiful. I hope you both feel so connected and held while making your core memory. Your words resonate deeply.
Thank you for this.
All I can think of while reading this this morning is, “Right.” For I, too, have been lacking words while unable to process these stories and images while I carrying out my somewhat normal day to day.
I hope the concert is everything you need and more.