Well friends, I don’t know what to say. I actually feel a bit sick this afternoon. I’ve tried walking, meditating, reading, sewing, chatting, texting…I cannot shake the gloom. The ghosts of the sons and daughters of liberty must be shaking their heads wherever their spirits ended up.
So I’ll share with you, again, bits of my very favorite poem. Wendell Berry’s Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front. The entire poem is a gem, but these phrases often serve as true north for me.
Denounce the government and embrace the flag. Hope to live in that free republic for which it stands.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts.
Be like the fox who makes more tracks than necessary, some in the wrong direction. Practice resurrection.
Practice resurrection.
sending you light, love and hope, friends. i’d love to hear how you have navigated the day…