Like
many, many people I am struggling with the news at the moment.
As
a former reporter it's somehow ingrained in me to keep watching it - and part of me feels it's disrespectful to the victims of these atrocities to turn it off.
But I am also aware it's not healthy to obsessively check it.
But I am also aware it's not healthy to obsessively check it.
Perhaps it would be helpful and sensible to take a small break and heed the advice of poet Wendell Berry:
The
peace of wild things
When
despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
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