The assaults, the responses, the anguish, the questions, the cruelty, the concern, the reprisals, the relentless tsunami of invective and resultant anxiety.
The anger and exhaustion, which is largely the intent.
The despair which creeps in quietly underneath, simmering…
And still, with Maya Angelou, we must rise.
But not today. Not this moment.
We must protect ourselves, too, by tending regularly to our zones of joy.
Today, beauty, for beauty’s sake. (And our own.)
Though with a loop back into history near the end.
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Leoš Janáček (pronounced “Lowsh Yun-ahh-check”) was a Czech classical composer who made abundant use of his country’s traditional folk music to craft a body of work with a distinct homegrown, nationalist flavor...
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