My relationship with bad news – is often to put my head in the sand, to ignore or turn away.  I consciously choose not to listen to media - bad news most of the time.  When I listened to the prez give his(first and only to date) speech it was confirmed for me to not listen much.  It was toxic.  Afterwards, I couldn’t sleep well, I was agitated much of the night.  Thank goddess for letting go, for 12-step reminders to remember my powerlessness, to turn it over to the will and care of god, to mind my own business.  
So, maybe not much relationship with bad news that’s ongoing.  Tho I respond to knowing there is bad news by accepting what I cannot change and turning energy to works of compassion and justice, to gardening or walking Luceydog at night in the park.  Some people say naked trees are bad news, but I see them as beauty, angles of branched skeletons, exposed, beautiful in their shapes and silhouettes against the winter sky that temperatures say is early summer sky on many nights of late.  
I see beauty in the bad news when it can be turned into good news, bouncing off the bad and into acts of goodness…I see goodness in the ‘bad news’ because it has the power to wake  us up, to make us aware of suffering and pain, to jolt us into the reality of the world of suffering – we and us who are so comfortable affluent never worry about missing a meal and celebrate the gifts we have that allow us, free us, to be in the service of others, to grow in compassion and acts of loving kindness…a cycle to recycle the news from garbage/trash into whole and holy ...