I think I’ll do myself a favor this holiday season and go the extra length to be a little kinder and more understanding than usual—let some of my frustrations concerning our present quandary go, at least for the while. (I solemnly promise to stop hurling my mules at the flat screen for the next two weeks.)
Although it’s a bad idea to bury our heads in the sand, I think we deserve a break from bad news. Leastways a short pause, a breath. A little time to regather our shaken selves. Pick a day, maybe two. Best place is right where we are.
I myself will take a few minutes out of each day to chant a few carols, hum a few timeless hymns; there is power and sensation in them as they pulsate through the body and find their way to the tips of our extremities. I now better understand their beauty and purpose throughout the ages.
Be the rock that creates the ripple in the pond; let your ripple quietly spread to the circle of those you know and love.