Since I’ve spent most of my adult life writing, both for myself and others, I’m accustomed to finding just the right words to explain the situation—putting things into context.
However, today, as we all live through a global crisis, that is both personal and abstract at the same time, I like many others, find myself in a holding pattern. Daily life seems altered beyond recognition. Empty skies. Empty roads. Empty wallets. Empty feelings that life is passing us by. There are no words to fully explain the totality.
Inside ourselves, we know that history is being written. We know that tomorrow has forever changed. Historically, this has happened before. This is the space where opportunities can emerge, if chaos does not overwhelm the spirit.
But, at the moment, there are only questions. There are no visible solutions…no philosophy, no new stories to put this into context. Everything is too new and too raw. Now is a time when new art is needed, new stories written, new songs to be sung. There are too many words to explain, but at the same time, too few!