I thought about the people of Kyiv whenever I woke from my sleep. I haven’t heard the news, and I don’t want to. I tried to invoke a kind of impermeable membrane of light around the city to prevent that 40 mile convoy of tanks from entering it. I don’t know how to pray for them, what to say. I don’t believe in the taking of life, any life and yet I honour, celebrate their desire to keep their freedom and to fight for it. What do I ask for? Is peace so impossible? It appears so. Oh, my loves. Will someone deliver you to safety?
Meanwhile, back in the land of comparative safety we walk in the sun, I draw, we talk, eat, sleep and love. And think about our brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers under such strife. Bless us and keep safe all the days of our lives. Amen.
