It’s been at least 24 hours – and I still feel like there’s a rock sitting inside my chest.

I described it to Simon yesterday, on the drive home, as sadness. That’s partly true – I think it’s also Weltschmerz and there’s one of those German words for which there is no perfect English translation.

We talked about it yesterday morning – about how overwhelming the news is and how ghastly it is – how the environment is deteriorating, how politics is frightening, how disasters around the world are truly crimes against humanity – and how, if we listen or read enough of the news, despair sets it – and least, for me that’s true.

As I have said more than once: I walk a fine line between keeping informed and retaining my sanity. Or perhaps, more accurately – retaining my light – my joy – my spark and sparkle.

Today I feel like I have lost my spark – it’s the big picture of the world but also the smaller picture of my life.

So I am plastering myself with mental band-aids – hoping I don’t run out.

About goodyniosi

Writer, avid(!!!) hiker - living life to the fullest. Love, life, bliss - getting high on getting high (in the alpine that is)
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