Dangerous Compassions

out of spoons

I don’t wanna see anybody.  I don’t wanna go to our weekly peace vigil.  I think it would be my third in a row missed.  I can’t handle talking, listening, eye contact, being appropriate, being perceived.  I feel done giving.

Ming is bringing some leftover event fruit to the Catholic Worker.  Hopefully somebody will eat it.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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