Yesterday, on the occasion of the Epiphany, I invited myself to expand beyond the harsh reality of the 112th Congress in order to commune with the stars.
From that vantage point, I was inspired, willing, open.
But it didn’t last.
This morning I woke agitated. Despairing. Fearful.
Maybe that’s how times like these play out.
Maybe these times require a delicate balance between action and inspiration. Anger and vulnerability. Resistance and spaciousness. So that we neither lose touch with the harsh realities facing us or collapse into hopelessness.
“Born for these times,” writes Joan Borysenko.
A bumper sticker.