Yes, horror to spare. It's real work to require it to leave my body, but I do.
Counterintuitively, one source of recent comfort has been WWII stories. I think because that was an era when we did the right thing, at much sacrifice. Morality was clearer then, despite how the war ended. The Greatest Generation humbles me and stirs hope still.
Reality is still my friend when it comes to information, and I still respect wisdom and genuine expertise, including institutions where they thrive.
I don't think we can ever go "back" really, but many young people also give me hope. Not the poor vapid ones on social media, but those with clear positive plans and the energy to fight for them.
Just noticed how often I said "still" and maybe therein lies peace. Back to "The Peace of Wild Things" by Wendell Berry. It's been below my email signature for years. A subliminal reminder.
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