The day after the elections, I was listening to a PBS radio interview of an Australian reporter who would soon be leaving the US after following the American election for months. He was asked to share his reflections after traveling about the country interviewing people. His last words hang with me still. He said, “America is a very unhappy country right now.”
I agree. I feel it every day. I don’t even have to watch the news. I see it in people’s gray moods and listen to words bereft of hope. Sometimes anger, often fear. Blaming whole groups of people for something only a handful have done. Fear that our loved ones are not safe to go about their lives.
I believe there is joy somewhere that, like a light, shines even in dark places. I just find that I am not always able to access it.