Blogging for me is a way to process thoughts. This is mostly an in-out system. Stuff happens, I think about it, I write.
Not everything ends up on the blog. Many sentences jotted down go no further. But things that need working out in more depth will probably end up as a post.
For the last week though, I’ve been in a log-jam. Too much to process.
Statues, protests, police violence, BLM, climate change, coronavirus, those that have, those that don’t, will a relation need cancer treatment, no school until September, how will we manage that, how are my elderly parents really doing, what kind of world is my son growing up in, the van needs a service, I’d like more sleep.
I have enjoyed listening to the rain this week. And the blackbirds singing afterwards.