pray for peace
what more can i say?
It’s back. That anxiety embedded in my soul for all the years I took care of my mother—when I became the mirror of her emotions—has returned.
I’m not sure it ever left.
Pandemics and hospitals. Emergency surgeries and Alzheimer’s, my mother's death, my stepdaughter's suicide, my aging father’s heart. And now, the Russia-Ukraine crisis.
Did the previous Cold War era teach us nothing? Like those today more concerned with gas prices than the fact that people are dying, then I was focused on Shaun Cassidy’s latest LP. The next bottle of Tickle Pink. Cramming for a geometry test.
Russia was background noise that didn’t affect me.
But now, the noise is beyond a dull roar. Like its leader, the Russian invasion will not be ignored.
For the past week, I have struggled writing about this. And even now, as this newsletter spills well past its self-imposed 100-word limit, my message does not seem impactful. What more can I add that hasn’t been felt, said, written, broadcast?
With everyone clamoring to be heard in war-torn countries, in newscasts and newsletters, tweets and coping tips, I stand in solidarity. And together we battle the demons, real or unseen.
My heart breaks for all that is going on in the world, especially Ukraine.
This is so sad to read. There are no words to say, yes, you say so strongly. Yes, here we are. Are. With love to you.