There are so many things we can and do slice about but I haven’t seen any about that cloud that hangs over many of us.
I don’t know about you but, this weekend was a tough one for me. I sat on Sunday, in a small church near Woodbury Commons, listening to gorgeous music coming from the guitars of my long-time teacher, Jonathan Trotta and his prodigy, Ansel, now a young man, soon off to college.
Peace! A break from the tension… waiting to hear about the Mueller report. But it didn’t last long… I felt the familiar vibration on my writs coming through my Iwatch.. I didn’t have to look down…something was happening… and I was tensing up again now using my yoga strategy to breathe deeply, to stay focused on the beauty and appreciate the effort Jon and Ansel were making to hold us tightly, but the battle was back.
I sat tight until the last piece, the last movement, the last chord… the last clap, the last conversation… and I was out… heading to my car, my radio, my station of choice- MSNBC… and the news was not what I wanted to hear.
No slam dunk! Mueller’s work of two years, now in the hands of his new AG Barr, could be colored… now Trump is pumped up… ready to take a victory lap and go after his enemies- the “fake” news NY Times etc… the FBI…etc.
The tension continues… what will our battered democracy look like when he and his cronies are done with it?
I know that not everyone reading this will be shaking in affirmation, but we are all tense… I’ve digested my dose of Morning Joe, and the Today Show… TV is off… and I’m grabbing up my guitar now to make my own sounds of beauty… but it’s fleeting in Trumpland…