I cringe each time someone calls POTUS by this nickname.
And yet today, after my morning meditation, I have the sense that Trump–the character/the archetype–is very much like junk food for those who like his taste, or the taste of mirroring back what he offers.
Once the palate is polluted, even the purest of flavors from the garden can’t be appreciated.
Salt and sweetener and artificial flavor contaminates not just the taste buds but the soul.
What’s a mother to do?
“Cleanse your palate!” she says. “Refrain from media for 3 days or longer. Resist the urge to mock or deride–to add salt to a wound. Resist the urge to sweeten that which is sour. Seek out the taste of pure water.”