War- is There a Silver Thread of Care?
I was a sponge when I was a kid, information and the unseen, the unsaid - those emotions that swirl in any given environment. Being the youngest, I was often reminded I didn't know anything and that I spoke too much. You come to rely on those skills and as you travel life in the haze of c-ptsd. Unfortunately for my generation, there are far too many of us. We did in fact grow up feral because of it - trying to juggle wars and terrorism and love, peace, and fight the system - while we raised ourselves....being those sponges. Duality was our existence. We were still part of the crowd who faithfully went to church and returned home to see terror on the news. I have those uneasy feelings I had as a kid.. Maybe it is flashes of that or being around Grandma Woywod when she'd get lost in her memories of war and everything it took from her world. All I know is if I had to describe this feeling in a visual , it feels like impending dark clouds. Th...
