The end of the tunnel

As we all know, there's always light at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes though it's a train... 

Ten days to the mid-Winter Solstice and I'm really feeling it now. Not simply the lethargy of Seasonal Affected Disorder but all of that combined with constant and unremitting rage and anxiety at all the troubles of our times.

Perhaps a part of that rage and anxiety is the ineffectiveness of almost anything a single person can do against a world gone mad. The rise of the Right, the destabilisation of the global climate, the utter bafflement that any government could be this bad, this self-harming and frankly rubbish at even that, the loss of trust in experts, the dominance of social media over considered debate... I just want to scream. Parish Council this evening... I'd better not.

And, again in part, perhaps there's a feeling that I am still in the better off world... even now. No-one is bombing me, there is general peace in my life, and even when there's not it's surmountable. It could be so much worse. And I celebrate that there are people out there working their magic; Mission Lifeforce addressing the UN, Extinction Rebellion at least raising the issue, the anti-Fracking Movement, sensible Green politicians...

The SAD Lamp is so much brighter than in this photo. Soon we welcome the return of the Sun, until then it's a small help. Sorry for the serious blip!