my one world

I just came upon this poem and it brought me back to your post I saw earlier this morning. And the first couple lines also brought me back to a conversation about the inner waters of our mind that we had together at the cabin in Deep Creek a couple years back — how sometimes they’re turbid and choppy, sometimes still and clear all the way to the bottom, sometimes we’re swimming in them and other times we’re drowning.

I, too, keep falling into the isolation trap. My all-encompassing fear of social media through the duration of this presidency didn’t help in the slightest, but rather made me even more susceptible to the dangers of being alone and lonely in a new city without a family, seeing as they all moved across the country without me the same week I was laid off.

You’re not alone, Hannah. You are loved and loving, and have always been a light in darkness.

Well, you’ve been to me anyway ❤️

Leave a comment