It's hard to get one's bearings as the landscape changes daily. I'm trying to look for and provide a tiny measure of sustenance, if possible, for myself and others who are in despair. Perhaps some strength for the fights now and ahead. On my walks I used to take pictures of this deer statue (whose name, I overheard, was George) because it was decorated for every holiday and special event. This is what George looked like last week.
I'm compiling the spring issue for Star 82 Review, my online and print magazine and looking for some nourishment for the soul there as well. And wrangling/curating a show that will be at the San Francisco Center for the Book in April, called Books of Course, which are selections (books, objects, assignments) from the teaching collections of several of my colleagues.
A friend said she felt that every day feels like a year. That's kind of where I am right now, too. We visited the Berkeley Art Museum and I saw this. Finding Buddha in the shadows.