A friend looked me in the eye, said they were a conservative & media paints the party leader in an unfair light, I felt a sickening betrayal & anger rise inside of me. I did not act as war or from a place of hate. if curious we look at actions, they speak ALL & asked what are our values? Act that.

Moving forward and frozen in time. The sun still shines on soft fallen snow

Sunday Eve, back from a weekend getaway with my new gf on top of the 2 month ‘friends retreat’ through which I met said gf. I’m sweetened by the connection, bittered by the political torments & in awe of a truck doing 110km/hr a lobster & friends in the back. Making sense is pointless, just show up.

Winter.
Still resting. The resistance plays out in my muscles, joints & heartache. Turn, turn, the season to act is coming, when?
Still excavating, unlearning cause when it’s time without thinking I’ll know the side.
So mote it be.