I had planned to post just the darkness that I’m feeling right now. I don’t have anything poignant to say. I spent all morning staring at this broken bell and trying to make sense of what is happening and what some people have already been experiencing for lifetimes. I could tell you how the crack was a hairline crack and how this big jagged part is actually a fix. The repair only worked for a few hours and then the crack was much bigger. This bell is full of pock marks and rough spots. It’s brittle and fragile. I don’t have a pretty way to tie this all together. It’s just all weight and brokenness up in my #phillylove right now.
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