In this space between reflection and thanksgiving and remembrance…

In which the world continues to shake at its core with existential quakes…

In which our cracks break into the deepest chasms and stretch into gulfs wider still…

In which a boy asks his mother: have you ever thought what would happen if there’s an apocalypse…

In which hearts stop at every breaking news…

In which fatigue seeps out of bone marrow and sinews, buckling knees and bending backs…

In which IT seems like IT will never end…

I stop all doing.

I pause to feel the ground and look up to the light and notice…

I straighten my back and stand taller…

I remember, we are still here…

I inhale and feel an energy surge drain away the fatigue pulling down shoulders…

I feel my heart beats, 1-1000, 2-1000…breathe…

I exhale and say to the child, “I don’t know what happens if a world-ending event occurs, but I know, we are still here now…and I love you.”

And because I love the child,

I know, we have wounds to heal and bridges to build to a better future…

I trust that this blue rock will shake and quake and land firmly as it should…

I pause, in thanksgiving for all that is still good and wonderful about our world…

I catch the whispers of love, hope and peace on the winds…

I remember.

We are still here…

We are still here…

We are still here…

We have survived much and we will thrive again.

We must build our bridges,

We must heal.

Our future and the generations depend on it.

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