A diet of unrelentingly bad news is damaging my calm, so I'm turning it off for awhile. There are plenty of bloggers, and a reporter or two, who are pursuing the problems and tribulations in this dysfunctional Union, and around the world.
I want to follow that other Paul's injunction:
Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.
(Phil. 4:8, NKJV)
I choose to walk the high places and commune with nature, and nature's God. I want to feel the wind in my face ... hear the eagle cry ... and watch the play of light and shadow on the land.
I choose to pay attention to life; not the world of men, but the world itself. God's creatures are not jealous: they do not strive for vainglory, nor aspire to greatness. They go about the business of living, finding food and shelter, and survival in the purest and simplest terms. They exist, and that is enough.
I want to get to a quiet place, where I can still my soul*, and encourage my spirit to hear the voice of God.
* The mind, will and emotions