These are dark and troubling days with glimmers of hope, sometimes dashed with sudden downpours. If I hadn't spent the better part of the last four years learning to live again after the cascading tragedies, I would be more panicked, more at wits end. One thing grief has taught me: it's sad, but not the end of the world.
So, I have been taking refuge, again, in words -- if not mine, those of poets who draw images with words. This gem came from poets.org today. I owe them a debt of gratitude for these gifts in my inbox.
Wishing all beings peace and patience and compassion.
May we all be well.
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