Disaster struck three weeks ago. An array of events and circumstances came together at a single point in time, and before we knew about it, we were in way over our heads -- drowning. And just like someone drowning, each of us has frantically and blindly clawed our way to the surface, heedless of the damage we might have been doing to those who would reach out to us. We've reacted in fear and anger and frustration and hurt -- lashing out at one another. Battling herons.
That is it. There will be no further details here about the precise events that have so toppled our pleasant and peaceful lives. For now, we think that we are a bit better. A small bit calmer. Beginning to heal and rebuild. It is a tentative beginning and a precarious peace. It is worlds better than the chaos that has swirled around us in the last weeks.
One of the delusions that has developed for us, over the years of writing here is the belief that we must examine and dissect every single event and share it in this place -- no matter the cost to us personally of doing that. Not this time. We are too tender. Too fragile. Too hurt. So. We will draw the curtains over the "story" of the last bit, and keep it to ourselves. We will go forward -- starting again from here. For those of you who are interested in following the path ahead with us, we will welcome your companionship.