What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.

“Intimations of Immortality” by William Wordsworth

I’ve been devastated by the result of our recent presidential election in the United States. I feel that the majority of my fellow citizens have betrayed the ideals and potential of our country, either by voting for Trump or by not voting at all. I find myself, a person over fifty years old, more disillusioned than I have ever been at any other time in my life. Naïve beliefs that I have clung to for a long time have finally died. I’m going through all the stages of grief.

But old things must die for new things to be born. I’m looking for those new things, and I want to share my journey, both to assuage my own loneliness and to encourage others.