Surviving the madness

I have two quotes circling around in my mind as I suffer over the deterioration of conditions in the United States. This captures pretty well our current state of affairs:

“When a clown enters the palace, the clown doesn’t become a king. The palace becomes a circus.”

– author unknown

If only the circus weren’t so damn dangerous.

I take comfort, however, when I think about this:

“Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while, a great wind carries me across the sky.”

– Ojibwe tradition

I think the only way I’m going to make it through this is to hold onto both perspectives and act accordingly.