The last few days I have felt like I could touch the heaviness of the air. The heavy wind and bare trees seem to be a projection of Earth’s anger. As I walked to class this week, it felt quieter than usual and vaguely eerie.
Among us, there is collective grieving for ourselves, for each other and for the destruction of every ideal that we have always been taught. It feels like deep betrayal and a breaking down of what most of us thought was true.
I sit in that.
And then, I bathe in what I can do. I can make eye contact with the people I talk to, smile at those passing by. I can floss my teeth when they feel dirty and listen to the hum of the washer as my laundry circles the machine. I can taste my favorite food,and lend my time to people who need it.
I have my own love and the ability to do with it what I want. I have encounters with others, each one a meditation on the fact that we each prosaically and miraculously exist. And then, there is music, and as long as there is good music, there will always be the possibility to dance.
Purge the Poison by MARINA
A Love of Some Kind by Adrianne Lenker
In Your Face by Cat Power
Extraordinary Machine by Fiona Apple
World Spins Madly On by The Weepies
Cell Song by Fanfarlo
Leaves That Are Green by Simon & Garfunkel
Ballad Of Big Nothing by Elliott Smith
My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski
Hold U by Indigo De Souza