I’ve pretty much given up watching the news. Or reading it. I have a few, trusted sources I check in with–but not too often.
Instead, I’ve been reading Wendell Berry’s poetry. It’s been my go-to antidote for all sorts of challenges over the years (following a healthy dose of Scripture and prayer!).
Here’s the one that spoke to me most deeply:
FEBRUARY 2, 1968
In the dark of the moon, in flying snow, in the dead of winter,
war spreading, families dying, the world in danger,
I walk the rocky hillside, sowing clover.
I think it’s high time we all sowed some clover. Where will you sow yours?