With wars and conflicts raging in multiple locations, I'm living in relative peace now.
I went to the Wikipedia page to see how many deaths have occurred in ongoing wars. I started to annotate them but was soon exhausted. The numbers of deaths throughout the world are escalating, many of these deaths are non combatant civilians who are just trying to look out their windows and see birds flutter by. I'm disheartened. At one time I had so much hope that humans could reach a helping hand, putting down weapons. It seems, even in this nation, that there are conflicts and anger from the top down...politicians and "leaders" shouting and demeaning.
In my three quarters of a century on this nurturing mother earth of ours, I've felt warmth and love, fear and death, a chill down into the depths of my spirit. I know it's cliche, but "why can't we all just get along?". Better yet, why can't we all lend a helping hand?
I walk these woods, missing many of my friends. Two leggeds, four leggeds, winged, rooted.
I hear, "Thanks for your service." Instead I just wish, if acknowledged at all, "thanks for speaking peace, and trying your best to live each day in the truth of that!"
I feel more and more an observer. A very tired, saddened observer.
