Over the past few weeks, I’ve heard some variation of the following over and over again: “I’m craving some good news.” “I am longing for beauty.” “I’m tired of feeling beaten up and not good enough.” Maybe you’ve heard versions of these sentiments, too. Or maybe you have expressed them. I’m not sure why I’m hearing this from so many sources now, but I can guess it is because there is so much bad news, so much ugliness, so many people willing to be critical, pointing out flaws in themselves, their friends and the famous alike. There seems no escape from news reports of men, women and children writhing in pain after a chemical weapons attach perpetrated by their own government. There are headlines in the city where my mother lives of a woman in her early sixties, a teacher, murdered by her h…