HALT

Stop. 

Everything, stop. 

A collective pause to limit our collective undoing. We are uncomfortable with this. It invites reflection. It let’s in the invisible. The silenced, the overlooked. 

A pebble hits the windshield and so it begins. 

At times this moment feels like a disconnect to reconnect. Holding distance to achieve proximity to the unseen things that are closest to us.

Outside there is chaos and fear. Inside there is more quiet than I know what to do with, and that I am able to be inside this quiet is a privilege. In the stillness I am drawn to turning my gaze towards the very foundations that are exposed. Fragile. Waiting to be re-imagined and re-claimed. Will we go back to business as usual touting it as the new normal? I surely hope not. 

Some antonyms for normal are: remarkable, exceptional, unconventional, and extraordinary.

photo cr: Tara O’Con, These Paddle Boats, Prospect Park