Tipping

Playing with fire. Daring to be invincible and spewing the firehose of Pandora’s box. Being actor and audience. How can you not be singed – destroyed by the house you set on fire. The media will grab onto the events of yesterday and we step closer to uncertainty – or the realization of it. Fear is stirred in the collective consciousness. I can feel the winds of the black hole but make the decision not to enter. To steady my feet and watch with benign curiosity.

How to live. My days. Have been alone. Illness separates me from the main arteries of the river into a branch of waterway amongst the tall grasses and tiger tales.

First grief, now long haul covid. How to make a move into the world and be kind to myself and others.

How to engage with others? To leave this sanctuary…