In a crazy time, remembering to breathe

“Please do not forget to breathe.”

I follow former CBS news anchor and journalist Dan Rather on Facebook, and this was the opening sentence of his Saturday (Oct. 29) post. “We wonder and we worry,” he went on, referring to the current U.S. election. “We refresh our social media feeds and favorite news sources by the minute looking for affirmation of our hopes or amplification of our fears. There is always more information–always more spin.”

It probably shouldn’t matter to me as much as it does, but this election cycle twists me in knots some days. H. and I watched the debates, we watch the news. Even while trying to write, I keep refreshing the feeds, the sources, always looking for signs that Mr. Trump will not succeed, for how could it be possible, a man so ill-prepared, so incapable of logical thought, so undisciplined, so so so… So dangerous, really, bottom line. And I find myself getting worked up when people I know differently on these matters, and… well, I’m sure you know how it is.
My point is not to persuade anyone or enter into those arguments here, though I suppose I haven’t been exactly subtle about where my hopes lie. I’m Canadian of course, and thus an observer, not participant, but the mouse is always keenly aware of where the elephant is moving next.

The point, though. Mr. Rather said that in the “hurricane of insanity” that is this American election, he’s making a habit of putting his phone away to go outside, to go for a walk, to let himself be refreshed by nature. Yes, I thought yesterday, reading his wise words, it’s time to breathe. So we went for a walk at Brunswick Point in Ladner. And the wind was cold and foul, but we walked into it, breathing hard, and we saw two magnificent eagles and birds on a wire and the light on a distant mountain and tiny flowers and more and if the roil within didn’t dissipate completely, it calmed remarkably, and like any effort of sabbath-keeping, along with prayer, continued to produce calm. I was surprised, and pleased, that throughout the evening I had no need or desire to check where the news cycle might be at; I knew there was a week-plus ahead for all that. The break was a gift. img_5912



10 thoughts on “In a crazy time, remembering to breathe

  1. We have no such striking mountains here in Manitoba and a chance of seeing an eagle are slim, but I like to walk along our little lake at sunset and watch the geese staging. They are so purposeful and earnest in their endeavour. They know exactly what to do and when to do it, all the while lovingly caring for each other. They must have an inner compass that directs them. I sometimes forget to listen to mine, and then I’m in trouble!

  2. i am with you all the way, Dora. Thank goodness I have been blessed by scenic splendor all around here in Collegeville, MN. My soul has sought refuge in the woods often.

    • Thank you Shirley, I know you are. (And thank you for your lovely op-ed birthday letter to Mrs. Clinton.) Your photos of your current Collegeville environment testify to that scenic splendor; “refuge” is the right word for these times.

  3. Thank you, Dora, beautifully said. It’s nice to know that there are people like you and your readers out there, people whose very existence lightens the surrounding darkness.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s