Voice notes: where are we?

Who even knows

Hello darling hearts,

I recorded this voice note last Friday as I drove down the Great Ocean Road to host my writers weekend. I couldn’t upload it on the way obviously and then I threw myself into the community of the writers that formed over those few days. It was restorative and galvanising! More than anything, it was wonderful to connect with humans face to face while considering creativity, responsibility and our place in the family of things.

I posted some stories to IG today about the general feeling of numbness that’s settled into many of us. We’re six months into witnessing a genocide be live-streamed and ignored by those with the power to stop it. That kind of monstrous disdain for human life is a wound I don’t think we can ever overcome. Personally (and I acknowledge the privilege inherent in this being feelings based for me rather than practical, physical, cultural or present in the form of bombs on my house) I feel completely stuck in the kind of malaise that comes from feeling hopeless. I’m trying to mobilise myself every day into the act of hope, but the despondency is well and truly winning right now.

Still. We fight on. What else can we do?

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