Our country is on a road of uncertainty. Much of the government functions we knew as a running and working, albeit not a perfect system, has been broken up, radically reorganized, critically under-staffed and some have been flat-out eliminated or destroyed. People, citizens alike everyone else within our legal borders are encountering trouble in accessing or receiving services and major functions.

The destruction of an organically grown system as big as the government of a populous country of 330 million is having ripples all the way down. The point of just going back and pick up the pieces will not be an option. Too much and irreparable damage has occurred.

Don’t despair, there’s a good chance of the proverbial Silver Lining. We all have to gather our collective strength, focus on the great we can rebuild better, and rebuild we must. Make no mistake, it will be a hard path, riddled with imperfections, but utter destruction can provide the clean slate to start fresh. History often points to the greatest innovations out of human catastrophic events such as wars or pandemics.
Let there be HOPE, a beacon of light, to make what is to come better.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the Gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I ‘ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
– Emily Dickinson –

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Imperfect Union
20″ x 40″
Whole cloth hand-dyed cotton, sliced to reveal layers of silver lame and cotton print, holographic handmade custom lettering, black tulle, quilted by machine and hand.