It appears our trepidation was in order
I checked the headlines this morning: there is nothing that requires your attention. Certainly nothing you can do anything about. Therefore I suggest you light a candle,
read a book,
or write a book…
…even if it never gets published.
Carve out a bit of solitude that allows the world to slip by until such time as you are ready to be in it again.
When from our better selves we have too long
Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign is solitude.
William Wordsworth
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