Every arrival home is a mystery in terms of my feelings. This return, I'd teased my friends and family that I expected I would collapse into a puddle of tears upon arrival. Fortunately, that didn't happen. What did happen though, was a smack in the face concerning the seriousness of all that is happening in the states these days.
I did not have my head in the sand while I was stateside. I was very aware of the levels of incompetence and the disintegration of our democracy at every turn at the federal level of government.
Every day there was another attack on our freedoms from on high. It is heartbreaking and dizzying.
Survival stateside meant that some things must be set aside so you can go on with daily living. In doing so, the profound seriousness and depth of these infractions are buffered. Seeing more clearly sometimes requires stepping out of the situation, and looking back from the outside in.
Looking back from here to there has been horrifying. I knew I needed to try to do everything I could to get back to Cadrieu as soon as possible.
I had concerns that if I didn't leave as soon as I could, I might not be able to get back.
Watching from afar, my decision was sound and I'm grateful that I am able to be here.
I know I am home.
Happy Wednesday!
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