• The Starting Point

    I’ve been thinking of what to write for a few days now. I find myself growing increasingly silent. There are voices that need to be heard and I feel the need to do more listening than speaking. The horror of what happened to George Floyd, the explosion of protests and the voices of people collectively shouting …. ENOUGH … combined with the pandemic, political landscape, and the historical reality of systemic racism, have left me muddling through the days and getting lost in whirling and conflicting thoughts. I am deeply sad and often very angry. I want to help but don’t know how. Being the “fixer” I was born and conditioned to be and watching by the sidelines without being able to see where I can be most effective, is frustrating. So, I research about opportunities to contribute and do what I can. I also have my moments of shame and guilt. Here I am in my safe little corner of the world while people are getting killed in the streets. This morning, before sitting…

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