Pax and I returned tonight to a somber and morose commune after a day of driving across the eastern half of the country. There’s a candlelight vigil tonight, and my play rehersal has been cancelled because no one is in the mood.

I’m glad I spent the day in the car, moving forward. We didn’t listen to the news; instead we talked about our anger and sadness and frustration, and also about possibility.

I’m sad, and not suprised. I’m sad that so many people in this country support a political ideal that’s rooted in oppression, and individual prosperity at the loss of wholistic health. This is clearly the current dominant culture of the United States, and it reconfirms my commitment to another way of living.