Gentle support and safety to you.

thank you, leo.
is it awful that the global rise of the "stay safe" repartee has me craving unnecessary risk every time i hear the platitude?

addendum
i think it's highly pertinent that we lost no loved ones to covid. just a few unloved family members who had dedicated an ungodly share of medical miracles on creating more misery for the folks around them. it was far easier to celebrate the end of suffering than the loss of life.

there could be considerable truth to the oft repeated claim that i might feel different if we had lost loved ones to covid. dunno. . . for now it is far easier to just maintain proper social distances.

Gentle support to you Arf, as you ride out this wave.

thank you, baby girl.
holding steady so far. methinks this is **just** part of the covidically amplified grieving process.

(((((Arfie)))))
Here with you amiga
Sending support & many many prayers for all
Gentle hug <3

gracias missy

dios concedeme la serenidad para aceptar las cosas que no puedo cambiar
valor para cambiar aquellas que puedo
y sabiduria para reconocer la diferencia

update
i seem to be holding steady on the grief processing. stepping small and praying big. grief is such a mysterious process.

i have been plying therapy tools to the ???comparing??? which i have fallen into over the course of forming this psycho snot knot. resisting the urge to compare war wounds has been a major part of my long recovery. every case is unique.

this morning finds me wondering if i am comparing wounds or being triggered by the mandated return of the masked social distances. is the oppressive silence of this ???post covid??? phase of the global shutdown triggering it feels an awful lot like the metaphorical masked social distances i experienced in the late 60's and early 70's when i first started trying to escape the world of child prostitution, etc. nobody's talking or even believing that there is really a problem. go away, you filthy creature. we don't care about your pain. just mask it all from a safe social distance, you filthy piece of white trash.

dunno. . . sorting. . .

thank you for the sort space.

update
i seem to be holding steady on the grief processing. stepping small and praying big. grief is such a mysterious process.

i have been plying therapy tools to the ???comparing??? which i have fallen into over the course of forming this psycho snot knot. resisting the urge to compare war wounds has been a major part of my long recovery. every case is unique.

this morning finds me wondering if i am comparing wounds or being triggered by the mandated return of the masked social distances. is the oppressive silence of this ???post covid??? phase of the global shutdown triggering it feels an awful lot like the metaphorical masked social distances i experienced in the late 60's and early 70's when i first started trying to escape the world of child prostitution, etc. nobody's talking or even believing that there is really a problem. go away, you filthy creature. we don't even believe your pain is real. just mask it all from a safe social distance, you filthy piece of white trash.

dunno. . . sorting. . .
hope healing happens here.
thank you for the sort space.

the greatest violence one soul can commit upon another is to disregard them altogether. ~anon
we humans are a violent species.
god pleas grant me the serenity to accept the things i cannot change.

Thanks for posting the Spanish version of the Serenity Prayer here, arfie. I'm feeling fragile lately, too, and now I'll share the prayer with my s/o here in Mexico now that I have it in Spanish from you. Gracias.

straight from the "estamos contigo" alanon group in totoracocha, ecuador, muji.

for what it's worth
the mexican alanon network was passionately active before covid. ojala que se continuan.

Arfie, I'm so tired of the word "safety" in my own life and have been since childhood. I have my reasons ---- excuses? explanations? whatevers? but English is terribly limited sometimes for a word that has so many words in it! Tranquilidad, perhaps? I automatically use the s-word by habit. It's habit, and I apologize for any offense given.

i'm not at all sure i ever heard the word, "safe" while i was growing up. i must have, but safety is not a big concern while crammed in the back of a station wagon with 10 siblings.

my first clear recollection of "safety" came while i was working in construction and attending OSHA classes. i was a star pupil for a very long time but by the 90's OSHA regs had become as oppressive as any safety drive ever launched. rules are not a good substitute for common sense.

here in the covidic era, i have come to feel like "staying safe" equals trusting authorities/experts like mindless sheep. if uncle sam said it, it must be so. baaaaaaa. for all i can hear through the mask muffle, baaaaaaa is as good a guess as any.

no offense taken at the cleverly disguised shit. i find it quite ironic that the words on the "bad word" list are the most used words in any language. prohibition and censorship romanticize like romance novelists only wish they could. personally, i find the redundancy boring.

I can relate with you on the feeling safe portion. I don't like to blindly follow.

amen, pineapple, especially with mandators who declare theirs to be the only science in the science academy. i NEVER feel safe around dogma peddlers.