Down the Line— At West End Gallery
Worry is a form of fear, and all forms of fear produce fatigue.
–Bertrand Russell, The Conquest of Happiness (1930)
So desperately tired this morning. Bone tired.
Even trying to think seems exhausting. I don’t know if it’s a result of the effects of the radiation coming to a peak. I was warned that this would be about the time it would occur. But part of me wonders if it’s not that combined with mental fatigue of helplessly witnessing the madness taking place here.
I don’t know.
Sat here looking at my computer for too long this morning and was about to hang it up and not post anything today. But that seemed like I would be giving in to my tiredness, as though it was something separate from me, something trying to keep me from being who I am. So, I decided I would post something, anything, even if it is short and not saying much.
It’s an effort, at least. And I guess the same can be said for the collective fatigue we are all experiencing.
Make an effort, even a small, seemingly insignificant one. It is movement and movement is life.
Like they say, use it or lose it.
Okay, here’s a tune I haven’t shared in several years. It is Cry No More from one of my favorites, the ultra talented Rhiannon Giddens. This performance and was produced in the aftermath of the 2015 Charleston, SC church shooting in which 9 church members were murdered. The words below appear at the end of the video. They apply now more than ever.
Redtree Times 