I sometimes write in response to the daily headlines, but lately I’ve struggled to find words in response to some of the recent news—let alone how to actually discern my own feelings and inklings of thought. At times I wonder if my lack of response indicates a slight loss or diminishment of my empathy, my conscience, my soul. Have two years of pandemic living slowly chipped away at my capacity for human compassion and consciousness? When push came to shove, did I ditch my soul and further numb myself?
THE THREAD
THE THREAD
THE THREAD
I sometimes write in response to the daily headlines, but lately I’ve struggled to find words in response to some of the recent news—let alone how to actually discern my own feelings and inklings of thought. At times I wonder if my lack of response indicates a slight loss or diminishment of my empathy, my conscience, my soul. Have two years of pandemic living slowly chipped away at my capacity for human compassion and consciousness? When push came to shove, did I ditch my soul and further numb myself?