It is their courage that brings me to tears. It is so simple. They want to preserve their freedom, their autonomy and their right to live as they choose. And for that, they are willing to sacrifice themselves. Such nobility of purpose. Would I have such courage? I cannot and may never know. They haunt my waking and my sometime sleeping hours. I think of them out there, waiting for the bombs, the machine fire and those other venial tactics that Putin has up his sleeve. But there are also the Russian soldiers, they too will be sacrificed. And there should be no loss of live. Thy shalt not kill. No, not ever. And yet, to defend one’s family, one’s way of life, and the right to live in peace. Oh, it is such a complicated one, and one that most of us, thank god do not have to wrestle with. I don’t know. I just don’t know. But how I honour them.
And in between I live out my little highs and lows. Highs? Well, that woman in the coffee shop coming over and saying ‘they’re amazing, I’ve been watching you, and you’ve made my day’. And she spoke with her hand on her heart. Lows? The dentist on Thursday, ugh and my appointment with the consultant, another ugh but perhaps that mystery and indeed the discomfort is nearer being solved.
But the sun was lovely.
Keep safe my brave ones.
