When times get tough, I find it hard to shut down for routine maintenance, like sleep, for instance. So I sit up late at night and early in the morning, trying to make sense of it all, and fight the tendency to give myself over to needless worry and worst-case scenarios.
I just wish fervently that I could heal all the wounds with a soothing, golden light...and who's to say it can't happen? Sending it out to all of you. You know who you are.