Resourced
Like many right now in a place like the United States, I’m struggling to hold the truth and struggle of my own existence, against the context of multiple violence and starvation events simultaneously occurring across the globe. Sudan and Gaza and Haiti and right here and and and… how is it that those realities and my reality are both true and real? How is it that I can be so heavily resourced and still find human existence so crushing? How many sizes of infinity are there?