From my journal for Friday, November 20<\/p>\n
I wish I didn\u2019t wake up in the morning feeling so tired and discouraged and meaningless.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cMay all beings be held in lovingkindness.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>But I have no sense of love, or kindness, or the vast compassion Elizabeth Goudge<\/a> talks about.\u00a0 <\/span>There are people dying of COVID and insisting it\u2019s cancer.\u00a0 <\/span>People believing and spreading any number of lies and disinformation.\u00a0 <\/span>I guess that\u2019s what hurts the most \u2014 the mangling of truth, of integrity.\u00a0 <\/span>I once vowed allegiance to the God of Love, even if the God of Power was stronger.\u00a0 <\/span>I suppose it\u2019s time to renew that vow, even in the teeth of the evidence that Power is winning.\u00a0 <\/span>Of course, Power isn\u2019t winning, because Power is destroying everything worthwhile, and it will all end in darkness.\u00a0 <\/span>I\u2019m sitting here, physically comfortable and helpless to change the fact that the ship is sinking.\u00a0 <\/span>That\u2019s what it looks like, right now, from here.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
From my journal for Friday, November 20 I wish I didn\u2019t wake up in the morning feeling so tired and discouraged and meaningless.\u00a0 \u201cMay all beings be held in lovingkindness.\u201d\u00a0 But I have no sense of love, or kindness, or … Continue reading