THE WORLD MAY END, BUT WE ARE STILL ALIVE

Well.  World’s been busy, hasn’t it?
 
Not always a good thing, necessarily.  It’s a lot easier to work with the universe when it isn’t constantly trying to tear the rug out from under you while you desperately cling to anything (furniture; the curtains), trying not to touch the ground because it is LAVA NOW and you are FREAKING OUT.
 
Then, when you need help, people have the audacity to not know what to say, or to say the entirely wrong thing.  People – they, too, will not cooperate.  So between what seems an awful lot like bad luck, and the humans, sometimes you can end up pretty sure that you don’t stand a chance.  You may wake up with the feeling that you’re crawling out of a grave it’d be easier to stay down in for the duration of whatever horrifying imbalance is working itself out. 
 
I have some bad news.  This – this surreal nightmare, the bogged down feeling, the inability to connect, the weariness that penetrates your very bones…this is (unfortunately) where we achieve the most growth.  And no, no…I’m not trying to be an optimist, here.  This absolutely sucks.  It seems like everyone is exhausted and rapidly nearing the end of their rope, but I implore you to hold on even if that’s all you can do.  Let your hands become blistered.  Let your nails break off, but just hold on.
 
Because the weather changes.  Because we change.  And because this isn’t going to be forever.                  
 
All of my love, my darling Bunnies.