Crickets in the morning and Cicadas at night
The things that I’m finding solace in—that have become nurturing for me—seem so trivial and mundane in the face of all the news. I don’t feel immune to any of the violence, the fighting, the anger, the fear, the taking of human life that is erupting all over the world. It’s just not what I want to talk or write about. I feel like my discussing violence and abuse won’t stop it from happening, yet we desperately need to talk.
