Babies Are Sleeping on the Ground in Migrant Camps and You're Telling Me About Your Workout and Travel Plans
It’s hard to believe that after just four short months we are back in this place. Children suffering while a few people settle in their political sphere.
Do not be confused, this is evil in its truest form.
When I think about the small children sitting alone in migration camps, unaware of where their families are, possibly unable to understand the language spoken by the adults in the room. Patrolled by men with guns strapped into a holster that matches your eye gaze. I am left speechless. The pure inhumanity of it all is breathtaking.
As headlines crawl across my screens and news updates send small vibrations through my phone, words escape me for moments. I instead begin ferociously searching where I can best be of service. We donate. We call our representatives. But still, it feels as if it’s all to no avail.
Hi Pals! Happy International Running Day!! It seems appropriate that I am stepping back into the RW&&B space today after taking a few weeks away! I've been mulling over this fun feeling that maybe what I'm writing is just so self indulgent and it's not having any impact on anyone, so I had to take a small step back. I haven't come to any groundbreaking conclusions other than, of course, writing a blog solely about my own interests is inherently self indulgent and that's just the nature of pursuing a writing passion from this angle. And that self doubt can creep in and be a powerful deterrent when we set out to pursue something creative, whether only for our own consumption or for others.
(when we dream it tends to look like this :))