It’s really just a matter of numbers!

How many is too much? … all about the integration.. .

I had promised at least two of my fave Medium writing friends to post something as a response to the election. I was dumbstruck, gobsmacked (I love that word) but in some respects not surprised by my reaction and my results and my take on the election. My response and my need and desire to take both a pregnant pause and a media diet before I wrote was to be expected for sure. The fact I would welcome the flood of feelings and then in some ways boldly be willing to share again would take some time.

Of course I jotted down some initial thoughts, prayed, cried, screamed. ate lots of salty and sweets and then of course when it lifted, I wrote. It surprised me that avoiding reading other peoples ideas helped me to settle in on my own thoughts and I also was acutely aware as to how much II as a bibliophile am healed by books. Surrounding myself, reading, listening, re-reading and yes even writing just for the JOY of it got me over and through. I didn’t get much sleep, and I often woke with music and singing and voices humming in my head. The power of the psalms and singer songwriters everywhere, for this I thank you.

I also thank those who pulled me down off the ledge, not from jumping, I am much more homicidal than suicidal, I have been cautioned by more than one therapist over…