Time is ticking, ticking, ticking…
“Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.” ― Kurt Vonnegut I hope that each and every one of you is safe and taking as many appropriate steps to stay that way
SOS: Saving Ourselves
The Writer Elkhound is telling me that spring is on the way. Spring implies hope and a kind of jauntiness, a willingness to let old winter bygones be bygones. However, we are now collectively in that strange position of wondering what is going to happen next. I say strange but really the entirety of human experience is made up of unknowns, question marks, dire warnings or no warning at all.