On that note, I see a shift in my corner of the world. The Asheville Wordfest, which did not occur in 2016 due to the father of the organizer, is currently being planned for sometime in the very near future.
I think people are beginning to reach beyond the despair and self-pity to figure out how to use their voices in the name of humanity. This week has kicked the mess out of many of us. I’m not going to lie–I felt like I would be living in The Hunger Games after the results were announced and confirmed.
So let’s go back to work, art-ers. Take it slow if you must, but find your soul again before it is irrevocably lost.
Just for the record, life means art; so everyone find your soul and your humanity again before it is lost forever. Use whatever you can to find your way back to where the world makes sense again.
I’d love to see and hear and read what you’re up to nowadays that will help heal civilization heal. I hope you’ll be willing to share whatever it is. I don’t care if it deals with anything important or not. It just has to be.
I’ve found myself even unable to do much reading this week. I need to go back to where I find my humanity and truth–through empathy and understanding through fiction. I think tonight’s as good as any to begin again.