The world just feels so heavy right now, doesn't it?
Covid came to us out of no where, and (the majority of us) patiently waited until it would 'be over'. Only to find the real truth to the fact...it's not really ever going to 'be over'...will it?
But we've moving on the best we can, right?
And now, without a breather... the war in Ukraine.
I will be honest, I am not a news watcher, (for many reasons). I have never been. Yet at the same time, I am not in the dark about what is going on in our world. I have conversations with people who are avid news watchers who seem to know everything about what's going on, I see images...sad, terrifying and touching images, I read headlines on the front page of my email... yet I shy away from opening them. I might not know all the details, but still, I am well aware.
I am well aware innocent people, families and little children are getting killed everyday. Every. Day. Everyday in a world that was 'meant' to be so kind and beautiful. In a world that they have every right to safely call their home.
I am amazed that after all this time, thousands of years walking this planet, and with all the knowledge we hold now, all the good there is out there, that war can still come before peace. We are suppose to evolve...to the better...aren't we?
I don't know who else out there felt it or saw it but Covid caused wars within. Among strangers, among friends and worse yet, among families. Yet now we face a much bigger war. A devastating war that is ultimately driven by power and greed. Power and greed...two things that drive anger, judgement, crime and wars. Two things that we are not born with. Two things that are learned.
You know when you become more aware of things, you see those things everywhere? Like a car you just learned about, you suddenly see it a million times on the road?
My heart has gone out so deeply to the people of Ukraine that it's their bold, strong colors I see everywhere. Whether it's on book covers beside me, worked into my children's toys in some way, in the rich blue of the sky or in photos that catch my eye, I see these colors. And I already know, come late summer I will look across the sunflower field we always visit and feel almost a guilt for standing there. For standing in front of flowers that signified to them the bold, beautiful, strength of their country.
For how can life bring such beauty and such pain? Such love and such hate?
We are all better then that. We can all do better then what this world has come to be. Sadly, compared to the course of life and the millions of years our planet has been around and may continue to be around, we are a mere speck of dust, floating by, here for a moment...just passing though. If only we could leave a good mark. If only the children could see only the good. In a few generations there would be no war.
I know it's wishful thinking. Yet I still believe anything is possible. But it's got to start at birth, it's got to start with the children.
I pray things can still turn around, for the course of our life, for your children and mine. For every good soul who calls this Earth their home.
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