My conscious mind never stops running scenarios, trying to use this relatively peaceful time to somehow get ahead of any incoming disaster. I organize and re-organize the house. I make plans for how to earn more, to save more money. When I can’t stay on my feet a moment longer, I restlessly read the news, trying to identify where the next threat is coming from. Even my worries about sleep are part of this…I worry that when the shit goes down again (and how could it not?), I won’t have enough energy, enough focus, enough health to take care of the people I love.
by Holly Mohr “Plenty of time! Plenty of time! No breaking your neck to get things done before the next thing happens,” Thomas Merton chides (encourages?) from the pages of A Book of Hours. I’m trying to get my courage up to believe him. Strangely, “courage” does seem to be the right word. There areContinue reading “The Brood: The Work of Being Peace”