One of the ways we resist the demoralization and despair in which exploiters of fear like Trump thrive is to keep talking about the good things in our lives.
Because, even though it feels very much (and rightly so) like we are losing so many things we value, there are still daily moments of joy or achievement or love or empowering ferocity or other kinds of fulfillment.
Maybe you've experienced something big worth celebrating; maybe you've just had a precious moment of contentment; maybe getting out of bed this morning was a success worthy of mention.
News items worth celebrating are also welcome.
So, whatever you have to share that's good, here's a place to do it.
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Over the weekend, Iain and I spent a day in the garden — planting astilbes, pulling weeds, hanging up a new bird feeder, fixing a wobbly pavestone, putting in new solar lights along the front path, and various other small chores and improvements.
It was such a happy and pleasant day. Last night, we were eating dinner outside, and I said to him how good it felt to grow and build things, as though caretaking in a time of neglect and destruction was itself a minor act of resistance. He agreed; he said he'd been thinking about it all day at work.
I am fixing to snatch every spare moment I can this summer, to dig in. Literally. Hands in the dirt. Reviresco.
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