The news, of late, has been bleak, so much so that I feel we can be forgiven if we find ourselves pervaded by thoughts of despair.
Race riots. Ascendant nationalism. Market instability. Climate crises. Dismantled safeguards. Increasing inequality. And now, a spreading pandemic.
Seriously bleak.
In years past, when faced with bleak times, I have found comfort in stepping back to take in the longer view. (more…)
It was still dark when I turned the corner and saw the woman lying on the ground. It was outside the transit station, and a few other early-morning commuters had slowed to see what was going on. Shared glances communicated our mutual concern for the young woman spread-eagled on the sidewalk. One man leaned over, peering down into her face.