Speechwriter pal Scott Michaud posted this on Facebook before I left for the RNC, and I posted it here ahead of time knowing that after being gone that far and that long, I'd need the comfort. Maybe you can use it too.
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
"The Peace of Wild Things" —Wendell Berry
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