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Good Friday commemorates one of the most, er, crucial days in the Christian drama: Jesus was crucified "at the third hour" and died "at the ninth hour". The most-most significant event is of course the Resurrection, which we'll celebrate on Sunday; but since there's no Resurrection without the sacrifice unto death, here we are.

It has taken me what feels like a lot of time to process current events. I'm not going to beat myself up about it though - global politics is an awful lot of moving parts innit? But I've chewed, digested and integrated enough now to feel a lot clearer about how to cope and move forward as history unfolds around us.

Einstein didn't speak full sentences until he was five-ish, and his parents naturally worried he was profoundly mentally disabled. The Tao that can be spoken is not the Tao, and that analogy is all I can offer in lieu of an articulation of what I feel. Maybe words will come later but words are only the representation, not the essence, and translating the essence into a communicable representation isn't a priority for now.

All that internal alchemy going on, alongside the Passion-Resurrection drama. I wish I could contemplate the Resurrection story through a lens closer to joys of home and heart - but there are powers and tides in motion right now that cast a shadow over all that. So for now all I can do is just be thankful for the treasures of a supportive partner and vocational opportunity that have propped me up throughout the internal process.