Meh...

This has been a dark and beleaguered time so far, with seemingly little or no light in the world. Paris is ablaze, conspiracies and confabulations lay hold stirring up equal amounts of incredulity, fear and hate; and we, the little people, trudge on not knowing what any of it is for- caught up in this maze of horizontal counterfeits, miss-deeds and  cast shadows; spirits and hearts in sharp recoil, front row spectators as the is earth body-slammed to the ground.

It is as if we have finally met ourselves in some belly of a monster, it's subtle energies dissolving and misshaping everything- even hope. 
These are low-down, ill-gotten days; and for the first time it feels as if there is no help, that somewhere amidst the darkness even the angels have taken heed and fled.

This bleak, dark feel to the year is a new feel for me, like being stranded on some last bridge in a hard surrender, a place where you know all will eventually be lost.

As a species we take heavy steps on broken choices, the detritus of our beautiful planet, littered disagreeably on the ground.
These battle times have us piling up our dreams - walking on glass; as hope lies cut to ribbons, crushed under foot, dashed. 

And God stays distant, musing on, as this little experiment of his in this backwater outpost of eternity lurches ever erratically on. Battling bravely we single-handedly grapple with the dark,with no way forward but forward. ( And alone.)

So I cautiously wait for this year to break, and for the drawn daggers of the mad monsters to reveal their hand and finally name the horrific, inevitable last tune to which we must all dance.

But all the while I hope..that sword drawn, dressed up in shinny Armour, secretly off camera - waiting, there's a fearsomen gleeming Savior about to enter ( even if it was only us all along) MB