Because it is temporary
And fleeting, I cannot spend my time
Angry, seething at the news of the world.
Yesterday, I read a review of Sarah Palin’s war on Christmas book and wondered how we got a place where she has a book contract. For hours, this thought rolled around in my head. I read some reports on the disastrous implementation of the Affordable Health Care Act. I read about the awful tragedy in the Philippines, mother nature one again proving our smallness. Of all the news I read throughout the day, not one single article offered any solution to any problem. Complain, blame, scream.
I have to retreat from the news nearly every day. I’m not talking about retreating from the world, about being uniformed, ignorant, naive. I have to retreat so that I may become a better part of the world. When I am caught up thinking: Sarah Palin is a writer; the Republicans are ruining our country; we are helpless in the face of nature–I am doomed.
So retreat. How can I tend to my garden?
So retreat. How can I help?
So retreat. Disengage from the broken.
So retreat. Find the path.
So retreat. Sweep forward.
So retreat. Listen.
So retreat. Breathe.
So retreat. Invent.
So retreat. Create.
So retreat. To live.