I’ve written here before about how some days a general feeling of unease comes over me and how, after spending time asking “what’s wrong with me,” something big happens in the world. It could be a natural disaster or a man-made one like a bomb going off. I feel this unease this morning and wonder if it is just me. Of course, I recognize that lately every day unwraps something shocking or at least unsettling. It’s difficult not to feel unease when the people in charge of our country seem to enjoy lying more than they enjoy doing their jobs.
Usually I spend my morning quiet time reading a spiritual book and getting my bearings for the day. This morning none of my books called to me. Instead, I read Ursula Le Guin’s book of blog postings where she writes about aging, choosing a cat, and how she responds to readers - among other things. And I found it difficult to focus very long on anything she wrote.
When I get up, my first task is to take the corgis out for their morning sniff and greet the day. Then they both pile back in bed with my spouse who gets up a few hours after I do. The house is blessedly quiet while the three of them snore away - quite happily, or so it seems to me. This morning, my little dog Pearl left the warmth of this sleepy pile and came into my study requesting some tummy rubs. I fulfilled her request; then she trotted back to the bedroom and rejoined the other two sleepers. Most unusual.
I wonder what will happen today. Is my unease due to my picking up on something in the air? Or is it just me? Let’s see what the day holds.
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