The Art of Staying Sane

IMG_1579I hardly recognize the world we live in.  Even though I attempt to shield myself from too much news, I can’t avoid the tragedies of political chaos, mass shootings, human suffering, cataclysmic storms and forest fires from reaching my ears.  Then there’s climate change. It can cause one to live with low-level anxiety.writing-828911_1920

In order to give myself some level of relief, I have a few strategies.  Writing is my first go to.  The immediacy of pen to paper as a mode of expression is so satisfying.  I may write in my journal, work on a poem or continue to write on a longer essay that I’ve been working on.

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Looking For the Helpers….

231e993b6196d2b40494d84b610af470Fred Rogers often told this story about when he was a boy and would see scary things on the news: “My mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of disaster, I remember my mother’s words, and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers — so many caring people in this world.”

 

These are dark times-, especially in the U.S.A.  If you listen to the news enough you would think that there are no more good people left on planet Earth.  I refuse to believe that- even though the media showcases all the crooked politicians and sex offenders of the world at the expense of everyone else.  Sensational sells.

I only have so much real estate in my brain for the negative. In order to function and remain positive, I have made a conscious choice to monitor what feeds into my psyche on a regular basis.  Rather than start my morning with the news I turn on upbeat Irish music and then switch to podcasts that showcase people making a difference- the “helpers”.  My favorites are “The Good Life Project” and “On Being with Krista Tippett”.  (Then the Moth Radio Hour provides me with plenty of inspiration.)  If you are new to podcasts, give them a try.  I don’t even use earbuds when listening.  The speaker on my smartphone is adequate.

 

It is important to me that my art expresses beauty or brings a smile.  There is no way I can achieve that when a dark cloud is spewing from my radio as I work.  Trust me, I remain informed but not at the expense of hope.  Like Mr. Roger’s mother said, I will continue to “look for the helpers” and give them my attention rather than further empower those that would rather have us discouraged.