It would be almost funny, if it weren’t so sad, that I already forgot to even start on my 52 weeks project. I got really wrapped up in a few other things around the house. I won’t bore you too much with my ramblings, but lately I catch myself staring off absently questioning everything… It’s a very strange (and if I’m honest – lonely) place to be lingering. I will definitely get started on the project this week. It will be good to have some things to focus on. I am also participating in NaNoWriMo this year, so that will give me another way to get out some of these thoughts.
Anyway, I thought I would share this poem I came across a few days ago that really spoke to me.
In Those Years
In those years, people will say we lost track
of the meaning of we, of you
we found ourselves
reduced to I
and the whole thing became
silly, ironic, terrible:
we were trying to live a personal life
and, yes, that was the only life
we could bear witness to
But the great dark birds of history screamed and plunged
into our personal weather
They were headed somewhere else but their beaks and pinions drove
along the shore, through rages of fog
where we stood, saying I
~ Adrienne Rich
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