Sunday morning.
The sky is ice blue behind electric orange trees, leaves rustling slightly in the cool autumn air.
The past week was chaotic, loud, confusing, and intense. It has been many weeks like this and I know the one ahead will only be different because the madness will increase exponentially from now until election day, and then still beyond that.
Trump will not go quietly, graciously, or with decency. He will claw and fight and rage and gnash his filthy teeth to get what he wants. To hold tight to power with childish stubby little fists.
We know this. In fact, it is one of the few things about him you can count on. Rage. Lies. Jealousy. Vicious cruelty, criminality, corruption.
And so it is.
I light a pine scented candle, sip my coffee, open my laptop and begin to write.
In times like these, when the spirit is relentlessly drained each and every day, each and every hour, I have to remind myself to breathe. I have to be vigilant not only about what is happening outside and around me, but also inside me.
I feel everything underneath my skin. Creatives always do. Our senses are heightened, we see not only with our eyes, but with everything we are made of, everything that we are.
I know the week ahead will be full of hope and energy, a fierceness of purpose, an ever sharpening eye on the prize. We must win this election. And we must never stop fighting with compassion to right the wrongs of our past and present, and give all of our hearts, minds, souls, bodies, talents, to creating a future worthy of our little ones, our children, and our highest selves.
Someone asked me the other day why my writing has “gotten so political.” And I laughed at first, shunning the ignorance of that question. How can it not? I think to myself. What else could it or should it possibly be in times like these?
But then I did take pause.
And as I sit here looking out over the rooftops and up into the bright sky blue with promise and possibility and great great heights, it occurs to me that everything is political.
From the air we breathe to the art we make to the words we speak.
It’s just that maybe we only notice its fever pitch when we are fighting for our lives.
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Allison Marie Conway 
Everything you wrote is everything I feel. Thank you – Neek
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You are so very welcome. Thank you for being here. ♥️
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Yes we creatives feel everything, in every cell of our being. You have put to paper exactly and beautifully how it feels. I have found the strife so heavy on my soul, that I had to step away recently as I was losing myself.
Yes politics is in everything. And at this point, few hearts will change either way. I know what my choice will be, and that little I say will change hearts. So I save myself a little each day, I save animals a little each day, and those who need me, a little each day. Sometimes we need to save ourselves a little each day, for the fight tomorrow.
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Thank you so much, I am truly glad this resonates with your kind heart. I agree wholeheartedly with what you say. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts here. ❤
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I too like pine scented candles 🌲 🌲
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The Best. ☺️🌲🌲
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“In times like these, when the spirit is relentlessly drained each and every day, each and every hour, I have to remind myself to breathe. I have to be vigilant not only about what is happening outside and around me, but also inside me.
I feel everything underneath my skin. Creatives always do. Our senses are heightened, we see not only with our eyes, but with everything we are made of, everything that we are.”
Indeed.
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So glad that resonated with you, Tom. Thank you for reading.
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Of course. 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you so much 🙏🏻♥️
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Always an honor and pleasure to share your message and words with followers, Dear!
xoxo
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So loved this Allison!! The perfect response – “How can I not write about it?”!!
Because politics controls all of our lives in ways we may or may not agree with and we are just being good citizens and exercising our constitutional right! Simple but not appreciated by those who cannot comprehend that their views are not Gospel???
xoxo
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Thank you ever so much, dear Chuck. Home stretch now, stay strong, keeping the faith. ♥️💙🌈
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Ha! I don’t know If I can stay as strong as you, but it is wonderful to know that you are in the same boat as I am and we can row it together! I’m praying hard, Allison!!!
xoxo
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I’d argue on the side of the political being human affairs, as thought this has been disguised as “politics” — to limit discourse within stringently bore of topics at hand, all the while it’s used to cower behind when the truth knocks for dinner… of course it’s used to hide intent and shape perception… but when it’s done so without the eyes or ears, to then somehow try and surprise indifference into caring enough to draw the connection.
Do you ever struggle with the notion of separation? As to why people see politics as though its just a detached charade, a video game version of life… yet forgetting its hold of all too real consequences.
Am I off base here? Or do you see what I mean? I like to get my raw mind out there from time to time. To try and assemble its picking for feedback & wisdom, all which I receive openly, and it builds or destroys how one holds their views.
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