Amongst the messy disarray of every day life in a year that feels so strange to me I have lost words, or maybe I have lost the willingness to utter them, or maybe it is some mixture of both. I do not wish to speak when silence would be better, yet I do not wish by my silence to give strength to hatred and disdain. I want to speak love and kindness and healing. I want to help those who are feeling otherwise dis-empowered. I don’t know how to do this always. I’m not certain tonight that I know how to do it at all. I feel small and unimportant, like a dot on the margins in the mess of daily life.