Female

It recently occurred to me that it isn't unique to be a human alive at a strange time when people do strange things to each other and the planet. No. A time where "the end" appears to be hovering near while awakening seems to be quickening, and all the while polar bears are gazing with wonder at the growing gap between their sheath of ice and that big sheath way over there where their babies are, and people raising their children knowing that they are complete as they are and.. and.. Well, it ain't unique that it's an odd time. What's unique is the particular set of circumstances in which we are challenged to find the joy groove anyway.