I know a lot of people are in too much despondency and fear right now to be on social media, but I’m going to try to be here sharing whatever I can dredge up in my mundane life to help keep us going.  This is not a time to give in or give up.  What we all do in the coming four years must count and make a difference, even if it’s just to support and protect each other and provide a safe space.

Last night I chose to give up my monthly date with Avdi to instead have fellow-grievers over for a fire, drinks, and commiseration.   None of us were in any shape to go out and pretend things were normal, anyway.  We sat around talking, spewing, or just being overwhelmed together.  We toasted marshmallows, and Y told us spooky stories.  This may be one good way to get through this initial PTSD period.  Like sitting shiva (mourning communally) after a funeral.

I’m tired out just writing the above, so have some photos that represent hope to me.  Life will go on, and nature or karma have a way of sorting and eliminating depraved degenerates who crave only power and destruction, one way or another.