Happy Friday News Viewers, it’s Friday already and it’s Friday finally, because that’s how time is marching on during this period in our history. Every day is too short and too long, every day crawls and every day speeds by, it’s the wind down of 2020.
We’re approaching the end to this year and the end of the Trump presidency, and every day the inauguration gets closer on the calendar but farther away somehow as we trudge through crisis after crisis of Trumpworld’s making.
This must be what it feels like to be in combat– endless periods of time passed waiting waiting and waiting, all senses on alert, for the next bomb to drop or the next bullet to fly. Too fast and too slow.
This IS how it feels when a baby is about to be born. The last month of a pregnancy is a trippy time warp because we experience days crawling by and days moving too fast simultaneously.
There must be a name for this phenomenon, and while I don’t know what it is, I know we’re in it now, stalled into a period of waiting that results in a change, transition, birth of something new, death of something superfluous.
Maybe it’s Limbo or the Interim, or it’s the image of the Ouroboros I’ve mentioned before, “The Ouroboros is a Greek word meaning “tail devourer,” and is one of the oldest mystical symbols in the world. It can be perceived as enveloping itself, where the past (the tail) appears to disappear but really moves into an inner domain or reality, vanishing from view but still existing.”
Let’s talk about where we are and what we’re up to, since we are all witnesses and participants in this strange time. A transition into the new, an absorption of the old, and we have no idea what a post Trump life will look like, because he’ll still be here, no idea what a Biden life will look like because he’s not here yet but will be, and so on.
Limbo, Interim, a bad winter coming and a horrible family leaving, we witness and we participate, and today, we chat. I think this period feels a little insane, but we’re used to that, right?
