|Out and about and around my apartment house in downtown Sylvania|
Mostly, I got to clear my head. I am eating too much, not exercising enough, and into the news too much. That in itself, getting into the news, can be bad for your health. It's depressing: there's so much evil in the world and so much violence; and what can one do? I rant a lot, but that doesn't do much good, talking to myself, except maybe as some outlet for the soul's grief.
The international news from Iraq, Ukraine, and Gaza alone fill me with gloom and doom. Invasions, murders beyond the rule of law, stealing women and children, blowing a plane out of the sky, beheadings. Not to mention sad news like the ebola epidemic in west Africa and the suicide of Robin Williams.
My sister Andy tells me to take a break from the news, and chill. Good advice. If only I could ignore the "breaking news" that ISIL is boasting that it has captured Yazidi women and plans on doing "bad things" to them. Boasting! "These are not Muslims, these are animals," a Muslim reporter on CNN proclaims in obvious pain. "If they are not stopped, another brutal war, another 9/11, is on the horizon." His somber assessment almost brings me to tears. Now Gaza is exploding again. A Russian convoy in the guise of "humanitarian" aid, the cynicism palpable, is at the border of Ukraine. Another young black man is killed by a police officer in Missouri, the details still cloudy, the outrage rising.
Geez, how can you ignore such news? How pretend everything is okay in the world? How ignore the suffering? Well, I can't. I can only take breaks from it. Go to self-help meetings. Talk to my closest friends who can put up with my ranting. Talk to my brother Loren in his other realm, who will rant with me, encourage me. "Just make sure no one's watching," my sister warns me. I can get into my causes and projects and family. Travel from time to time. And I can take walks around my neighborhood to smell the roses, and try to clear my head.