What this has to do with healing is exemplified by recent experience with protracted drought and pandemic. I hadn't had so many dear neighbors and friends drop dead since the Vietnam War. We of that generation called it euthanasia, and were much pleased and surprised when Nixon (of all people!) pulled youth out of Asia.
Enough. There's some sadness in this post. Although I'm reading my favorite humorists while recuperating, I also sneak into Chas. Bukowski; "...those who escape hell, however, never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that."
I have also exercised my addled brain on history; lately studying Henry VIII, a monarch of the Tudor family --replaced in1603 by the Fourdoors. Carriages got longer. Good night.