To find a voice in the sea of political, cultural, economic, confusion in this era is to grope for new meaning beyond reach of the old scripts. The double binds of discourse and identity push me to ask, “Who am I in this changing world?”
Searching for my own ricochets and resonances I may notice that they are not as they were.
The context has changed, and I, within it, cast new shadows. The song has changed and my harmonies must respond. The world around us is morphing into something unknown.
So I try to speak about the experiences of my life, in terms of my own interpretation. I try to step out of more distant quasi-objective speaking patterns. It may not be rational. I may veer into my own lane. From the stance of personal experience the reflections that I share are not provable or disprovable fact. They are the vulnerable truths that I bear. Not more, not less, and there is no place to hide. There are no links to post to back up my point, only my own quest for increased integrity and sensitivity.