Why the blog ? I have no good answer to that - perhaps an antidote to rage and disappointment. I have no clue how to do this, so it could be interesting. It begins.....
I went into the hazel wood
because a fire was in my head
and cut and peeled a hazel wand
and hooked a berry to a thread
and when white moths were on the wing
and moth-like stars were flick'ring out
I dropped the berry in a stream
and caught a little silver trout
I found this little bit of anonymous poetry many years ago when reading a book by Mary Orvis. It serves me well when things go nuts. Currently I recite it daily.