So much noise this week. Aren’t we better than this? Surely? When the one at the head of the administration spews heedlessly, I could easily do the same out of my own anger and frustration.
Time to gather myself. If I want to work for good, I’d better be sure that it is out of a spirit of good that I am working. Along my news feed came this poem by Jack Ridl, which aptly settled my seething into quiet. I headed for my studio to paint with the poem.
Next I’ll start writing letters to my representatives. Again.