It has been a week of fits and starts.

Of things I want slash need to do and the overwhelming feeling that these things are so insignificant in the face of everything going on in the world that they lose merit and I lose momentum.

I am left surrounded by half started projects, glued to the news.

It feels like everything is at a stand still while simultaneously rushing forward, pushing back, rushing forward again.

It is as if the ebb and flow of the ocean and the tide have broken free of the gravitational force, have discovered their unharnessed power, realized the magnitude and swell of their collective force, are rushing forward to drown out the old and I wait, breath held for the appearance of the dove, the promise of dry land, for the world to be baptized anew.