“‘And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.”~ Jabberwocky ~ by Lewis Carroll from Through the Looking Glass
As our nation steps out of the looking glass, it is my fervent hope we keep one eye steady on the reflection we saw there. It is certain the dark aspect of reality we’ve lived in for years now is not gone, only waiting for an opportunity to resurface. The work begins here. Time to open hearts hands and minds.
I find myself simultaneously elated, exhausted, and gripped by a dreadful foreboding that will not diminish until January 20, 2021.
As a child I was fascinated and frightened by Carroll’s Jabberwock and the poem feels suited to our collective national moment.
Calooh! Callay! O frabjous day
Sometimes I worry that I’m so eager for information about everything all the time that it comes off as intellectually ‘handsy’
A return to the Handsome Furs after nigh on 11 years of absence. Welcome home to my heart sweet friends, I’ve missed you.
Hold on all, see you next week.