A Breathing Space

The current political situation preys on my thoughts. It seems that no matter what new awfulness emerges-- Mark Robinson comes to mind -- the MAGA faithful bleat FAKE NEWS and carry on.

I think of many friends from my younger days--all once very dear to me--who continue to support the Former Guy and I am completely bumfuzzled. Of course, I realize they may view me as a supporter of after-birth execution as well as a Marxist/Socialist/Communist/Fascist, as the former guy would say. 

When faced with unresolvable worries, I like to sit on the front porch and just breathe.

Watching the shadows slide across the slopes is a wonderful accompaniment to just breathing and finding peace.