After a couple of weeks of unusually cold, clear days and nights, mid-December came roaring in with blustery weather and drenching rain. I usually welcome our late fall storms that blow in off the Pacific, but this year seems different.

I swing between wanting to hunker down inside, listening to the storm rage beyond my windows and wanting to bundle up and run headlong into the wind.

I think this has been a year in which hope is hard to come by, when (already) deep divisions have widened even more between people. Yes, I think this is the root of my dis-ease in the world right now. And rather than retreating before the powerful storm, I think I’d rather confront it, on my own terms.