Sometimes a photo mirrors the emotions of the day. Though starkly beautiful, the play of black hovering, holding the rain and thunder, are like the nternal heartache for our political mess.

I'm a potter. As well as a therapist ans writer. But clay, is about life. How you take the blank slate of clay and in minutes it can be transformed. We can do that with our mindset.

Saturday. Immersed in calming my nervous system. Friends being fired or let go. Scared. Each day I try to find beauty.

Sometimes the sunset is so beautiful that it feels really. Finding beauty to conquer the dread of our political poverty.