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Our newsletter comes every week from sleepy Bishop's Castle in Shropshire, and yet even for many of us here, there is a quiet, persistent anxiety that is hard to shake. A sense of unease as the world feels increasingly uncertain, and events far beyond our control seem to press in on our daily lives.
And if this is how it feels here, in relative peace and safety, how much more must be carried by those living closer to the centre of conflict. Those for whom uncertainty is not a passing feeling but a daily reality. Those whose lives are shaped, moment by moment, by forces far more immediate and profound.
It reminds us that we are not separate from what is happening in the world, but part of it. That our worry, however distant its source, is a thread in a much larger human fabric and a shared response to a world in turmoil.
This week, your Poetry Pharmacist prescribes verses for uncertain times. For steadiness. For perspective. For the quiet courage of continuing, together. We love this poem for just that:
Sometimes, from Stonelight.
Sometimes things don’t go, after all, from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail. Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war, elect an honest man, decide they care enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor. Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best intentions do not go amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to. The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you.
Sheenagh Pugh
These are the poetry books we reach for first and most often recommend when seeking solace and hope. They have the power to meet us where we are, or gently lift our mood:
 We've also been returning to these old favourites recently:


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