By Caitlin Kelly
Reliving happy memories helps — my wedding day in 2011.
When life gets ugly and out of control, as it inevitably does for everyone at some point, we need to rest, recharge, maybe withdraw and definitely seek comfort.
It’s a deep hunger and one we dismiss or ignore at our peril.
Many Americans turned to their faith communities last week, with churches in many cities welcoming people who are angry, confused, grieving and needing solace.
The entire country feels wounded and wary.
Things aren’t much happier in Britain, with political leaders lying and quitting at a rapid rate.
It’s also been a rough time for me personally; nothing life-threatening, but I’m weary.
So I seek comfort in several ways:
–– A walk in nature
— Hugs from my husband
— Reading for pure pleasure (not the usual glut of must-read news and non-fiction)
— Bubble baths
— A cold beer (weekends only)
— Classical music
— Playing my 80s vinyl
— Rice pudding
— Freshly-ironed pillowcases
— Flowers, everywhere
— Cooking a favorite recipe (this week, tomato/leek quiche)
— Entertaining dear friends; six coming for Sunday lunch this week
— Sitting a cafe with a pal, the kind who knows you really well and is OK if you start crying in public
When things go south, how do you comfort yourself?