I am trying to find the most appropriate word, or wording. for my present trials and tribulations. Slogging through mud, treading water, sucked into quicksand, treading water. I think by this time even Kafka-esq no longer works.
Suffice to say I am doing my best to stay afloat and not sink into a morass of despair.
As I have written before - this ministry, that ministry. Attempting to sign in online, making phone calls, going to branches of banks that no longer exist. And this in an all pervasive atmosphere of increasing violence and fear - fear of what the incoming government may do. Fear that rights of LGBTQ people will be taken away, rights of women, rights of Palestinians, rights of ordinary people.
In the midst of all this, I just want my furniture, I want to open a bank account, I want to find a way to access my accounts in the States . Sounds so simple - it is not.
And yes, I chose this I have to see it all through. There has to be light at the end of the tunnel. Come to think of it, this has been going on for 9 months - but I do not feel warm and comforted like a foetus must feel. I am not being nourished in the womb. But I suppose that I have to cling to the hope that things will work out eventually, and the birth process will take place in a timely fashion.
Here's hoping!
1 comment:
Nesta, what a trial! I guess this is like a difficult birth/rebirth process! And we know how that can be. The creation side of the cycle has to kick in before long, after all the dismantling you have been going through, we hope. Hang in, your nest is slowly being built. xo Ellen
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