Author: Geoff Gimse

In the Midst of the Chaos

One of the more positive aspects of aging is that, over the past several years, I have found myself becoming more and more of a morning person. This has afforded me the opportunity to witness far more sunrises than I did in my earlier days of late nights and later mornings. There is a certain peace that comes from watching a sunrise. The unerring rise and fall of the sun offers a sort of cold reassurance that, despite all of the chaos that surrounds us, there is a steady hum and flow to the universe. A hum and flow that cares little to none for our madness.

This has been a mad year. It’s been a mad several years, but 2020 has been a particularly difficult time for many, and there is a dark winter ahead. We have lost much and more still may be lost.

I do think that the arc of our history turns toward the light, though. There are moments where it may be hard to see, but sometimes there are glimpses—streaks of a rising sun in a darkened sky. I saw that light in Saturday’s impromptu celebrations, in the hard work of experts who are struggling to keep us safe and healthy even as many seek to destroy themselves on the vainglorious and twisted altar of a “liberty” which offers neither freedom nor life, and in the ongoing work of people who have made it their life’s work to help others.

I am not sure where this is all going, and I am sure there will be pain and darkness ahead. I am just as sure that there will be joy, and laughter, and good people who know the work is not done. Take care of yourselves. It is far too easy to let the madness drain us and exhaust us. Stay strong. Stay safe.

Know that you are not alone and take a moment to watch the sun rise.

Checking in

When I said that I expected 2020 to be a challenging year, I didn’t quite mean this challenging.

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Living in the Echo

I am beginning to fear nostalgia.

This is, I must confess, a new fear. For most of my life, nostalgia was nothing more than a harmless distraction. When invoked, nostalgia became a sort of glorified remembrance of the past that felt both quaint and mildly silly. It may have been a bit maudlin at times, or—when pushed to its extremes—obnoxious and ignorant. It was never frightening, though. That has changed.

I should say this is not a veiled complaint about “nostalgia porn” (although I suppose it could be looked at that way) nor is it a rant about the massive amount of media surrounding nostalgia. We are not drowning in nostalgia, now, anymore than we have been. Which is, of course, to say that we have always been drowning in nostalgia. Our obsession with it is not really a surprise. Time, for now, is a one way journey. We can never return to the moments that came before. We are, in a way, explorers traveling further and further away from a home that we will never find again. Yet, we know this past. We remember it, and it remembers us. The past is what makes us, so it …

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2019 Retrospective

The title of this post is both an indication of its content and a personal challenge. I’m not entirely sure how to provide a retrospective on 2019. I’m not even sure where to begin.

I might also note that this entire retrospective is probably the height of a “first-world consideration.” There are very real issues and real disasters going right now that make my reflections here seem trivial. I suppose, in fact, that they are. I don’t pretend to think that these matter one iota to the world at large.

They are important to me, though, so I am sharing them. If you’re reading this, I assume you have a reason for being interested. If not, well, there is always a lot of content out there.

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Drifting

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