Day 149 – 08/08/2020
We just celebrated our 16th anniversary, and the partnership being what it is there was a point at which I started having Kim read my blog posts before publication, not for content but for flow. In the months since, he’s caught a plethora of trippy syllable sequences; thus, showing me a swanky new set of subtle wording schematics and style. Observe how successful he’s been – take the challenge and read that last sentence fast six times. 😂
He does, of course, take in the content of what he reads; thus, his comment this morning that some of what I write sounds a little depressing. He’s spot on – 🎯🎯🎯 – it does and it is. My blog is like a diary, intentionally so since the pandemic started, and it’s therapy. I write what’s in me and put it out here in the agora to keep me accountable. If somebody reads it, identifies with some part of it, ends up being encouraged by something I say, that’s the best thing ever, but I write for me. “Me” has been a little blue lately so my journal reflects that… self-healing is herky-jerky and never fun to watch, either from inside or out. I try for the happy every day, though, and always succeed on some level… my full name is pronounced Pawl ly AN a. I’m grateful to *My Michelle* for saying so openly what most everyone is experiencing in these months… a low-grade depression that encompasses… everything. We’ll be okay one of these days as long as we keep loving each other.
Kind of in a mood to jump the fences today, but age and wisdom will no doubt prevail and evening will find us still moored to the dock, here where we like it best, with love holding it all together.
Playing for Time 
Aug 08, 2020 @ 12:51:51
Michelle hit the proverbial nail on the head — it’s a collective low-grade depression, no doubt being suffered by most of us these days in response to the horrific death toll of our fellow humans…and our feelings of helplessness in the face of it.
Dreaming of better days and a way forward.
Beautiful writing, sister. 💕
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Aug 08, 2020 @ 12:58:00
Thank you… and I love you. 💗 It’s the unmentionable death toll, its causes, its repercussions, and our utter helplessness to change any of it… along with the other death knell of impending fascism hanging over our heads. It’s too much of too much, and if we squeak through this with nothing worse than heavy-duty blues, we’ll be dancing in the streets soon after.
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