Some of us have tried to lean towards our "Better Angels" The United States of America is an idea, a dream, a hope, a prayer, a work in progress.
Time is a wheel, and it is always turning.
The folk take a step forward, a step back. Sometimes many steps forward, then big, disheartening, decisive steps back.
It is much easier to destroy things, than to build them. Oftentimes, we are trying to fix, to heal, to get back to some kind of stasis after major fuckups.
These days the assaults come from every quarter. It is a hard slog.
One step, one meal, one day, one dream, one little act of kindness at a time. In the grand scheme of things, it seems paltry, inadequate, unsatisfying, but it is a life, a way forward, a little flame of light in the deep dark moments.
