My body keeps slipping into resignation this morning. I keep pumping, trying to reinflate it with a patient hopefulness. Work in progress. I'm angry, bewildered, disappointed, and a little frightened for the future. I don't recognize my country anymore; it's become something alien, that I don't understand and cannot connect with.
Cynicism becomes a more formidable enemy; it has so much now to work with. It is the worst kind of poison pill, on the one hand offering a kind of perverse comfort, on the other hand exterminating hope and killing off the future.
Aikido will be good medicine. Practice.