After seeing our nation’s Capitol building recently stormed by insurgents, I was left to ultimately deal with myself, as we all are. To heal the upheaval. And this is what came to me.
Quick note: I wrote this yesterday.
Today, the day after an attempted coup on my nation’s capital, we as a collective are a bit hungover. Yesterday, the amount of fear and anger that was stirred up, egged on by our narcissistic president, made for one shit-storm of a day. People were at odds about everything, while simultaneously trying to find rafts of safety to grab onto. Like minded individuals. I saw many people trying to respectfully disagree, while others tantrumed the day away. Torrents of vitrole rained down on every social media platform real-time as orphaned inner children by the millions were activated, crying out to be acknowledged.
I, myself, struggled at times to reign in my own strong emotions, wanting the protestors who’d broken into the Capitol building and stormed the halls of Congress to be taken down swiftly and completely. At this point it wasn’t about political parties…
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