Sometimes it's not a silver lining, but a soft pink one, that's needed.
Sometimes my subtle senses somehow carry my mind outside of accepted reality, where it can marvel, with no small measure of bewilderment, at how life continues on, on so many levels—indeed, in so many dimensions—regardless...
And then at those times (many, many more times) when my mind pulls my senses into its thoughts—about daily stresses and major upheavals some people I care for are experiencing, or the worrying state of our global environment, tribulations of local impoverished communities, not to mention the worldwide epidemic of rapacious politics|economics—it leaves me with a disquietude which I experience as nearly physical.
Then one day recently as my mind wandered through some of those "how terrible" thoughts we all experience, spontaneously I had the 'feelisation' that not only are those thoughts draining (for everyone, not just the thinker), they are also futile. So I replaced the stressful thought-sympathies with more of a felt-empathy: the soft space I'd really like to offer—to myself as well as to others—as a place to be gently held and to rest in, however briefly, however frequently. Perhaps it's best if we try leaving our thoughts out of our feelings, keeping them where they can actually be effective as we carry on with our lives, regard-full...
