Musings

Autumn Breadcrumbs: Or, Fear and Love

November 20, 2016

Portland / OR / United States - 11/13/16

Back in my first days of blogging as a twenty year old living in New Zealand, I used to read She’s a Flight Risk. (“On March 2, 2003 at 4:12 pm, I disappeared. My name is isabella v., but it’s not. I’m twentysomething and I am an international fugitive.”)

Indulging in stories of intrigue and covert happenings seemed a harmless pastime.

Now, I’m a thirty something mother of two, with the real world right outside my front door…and as stories of fascists, despots, and despair flicker on my phone screen, I can’t look away.

Listening to an interview with Sarah Kendzior and following Twitter threads has me feeling like I’ve fallen into another rabbit hole of a story (“This all sounds like a spy novel. I think it’s been hard for people to swallow that this really could be happening…”), but now it’s my nation at risk and the stakes are higher than high.

This November, I’ve been texting with brothers, messaging with friends, talking late into the night with Ted, trying to pick up on all the threads…

Wavering between caring and caring too much.

One afternoon, even after attempting to check out of present day politics for a little break, I still somehow circled back and within hours was reading about Russian defectors living in Oregon.

I don’t know how to reconcile all of the jammed up thoughts and memories right now. I don’t.

But I’m going to leave a few notes as breadcrumbs for myself (and tidbits maybe for you?), as reminders of how things felt in the November storm:

Reading about what You Can Do.

This is how to be your own light in the age of Trump.

Deeper, Darker.

As a kid, Night Crossing gave me those first glimpses of a world with far more dangers and far less freedom than I ever knew in sleepy Oregon.

Just five years old, I was pinched right before an autumn performance of Handel’s Messiah by a mom who wanted to be sure I’d remember that very day the Berlin Wall fell: November 9, 1989.

Haunting, and a favorite for many years: The Lives of Others. I’m ready to watch slices again through fingers hovering over my eyes.

For now, this Advent playlist is keeping me going.

If we walk with the wise, we will grow wise.
(Proverbs 13:20)

There is no fear in love.
Perfect love casts out fear.
(1 John 4:18)

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