I moved from Brooklyn to Washington DC last Saturday, with Trump's shadow biting my heels at every mile marker down the 95 corridor. The democratic experiment seems, to many, in tatters. To many more, this upheaval is laughable; a sisyphean struggle for survival is all they've ever known.
The Earth hasn't noticed either side. It seems to still be spinning.
Life is an erratic sine wave of frustration and glimpses, through the crack of an open door, of happiness.
I hope you can find love and nurture it and protect it and, when it's safe enough to risk some scarring, lead it towards those who need it most.
Best of luck to you.