It’s not my daily practice – perhaps it should be –but, this morning, after walking didn’t cure my irritable mood, I lit a candle before I sat down to work, a simple act, a way of hope, as if lighting up some inner resource of spiritual aid against a mood of doom and gloom.
In my inbox there’s an e-mail answering mine of yesterday - the swastika I found painted on public property over the weekend will be reported to the police and removed.