Emerging From the Shadows?
Believing in light
I pop in here long enough to find solace, moments of hope, evidence of good. Some days, I’m not sure whether I’m paralyzed more by world events or by my own problems. I find myself sleeping - little naps throughout the day - and wakening to things that make me want to go back to sleep.
I feel the grief and sadness and moments of hope in so many posts and I’m grateful for these loving authors. I’ve shifted from early morning news to journaling with prompts from The Isolation Journal’s January project. I feel things shifting.
Two projects are finally coming to life and I shift - without any notice - from elation to depression as I am happy to almost have Champagne Ladies published while also struggling through the final edit and starting to feel the joy and emptiness that will come in a month or so when the book comes out. I put the final touches on a new coaching program and will hope and wait and see if it is welcomed. Clients come and go. Choices expand and contract in direct relation to that flow.
I look for small ways to do good in the world, believing that, perhaps too slowly, good can still triumph over evil.
What I most want for myself - for all of us - is a bit of stillness, a ray of hope, and companionable laughter. I see us all dancing in the rain.
Living under the Trump regime is exhausting. Like you, Susan, I've changed how and when I watch the news. I still curse at the television, to no avail. I carry fear in my heart. And then this: "I look for small ways to do good in the world, believing that, perhaps too slowly, good can still triumph over evil." I believe this too and I'm grateful to see it underscored in the Substack community. I'm just too tired to rant, but not too tired to practice living life as a good person, being kind and helping others however and whenever I can. Thank you for your post. I gather these glimmers of hope to me and I know they will make a light. Sending you big hugs and goodwill, my friend.