Meaghan O'Connell on dreading a trip to see family post-election: This is nothing really, this possible discomfort, though you have to watch how it changes you, make sure you're changed in the right direction. Make sure you don't just go running away in the other direction.
And, by Naomi Shihab Nye, via Rachel W. Cole, from a poem called Kindness:
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and