Goodness, through so much of this piece I was whispering to myself, “I feel that too”. When I see bombs explode my thoughts also drift to: the animals, the breastfeeding mothers, the orphaned children.
I loved so much that Love was a her. I too have spent many a season with orphaned animals - in my case newborn orphaned kittens - and have revolved my time around cycles of Love and healing and release. Indeed, there is nothing more maternal than an absorption of love. Thank you for your stunning reflection, as always.
So beautifully written. Your sentiments are similar to mine as I watch my bird friends at my feeder and I see the interaction of nature. Thoughts of those who are raised in war, know no other way of living humbles me to pray for each one of the souls. Scars run deep in this population by what has been put aside as a "consequence".
Oh, dear Chloe, I feel bathed in this golden-lighted reminder that love is the field that holds us all. That love can “hold even that and those most antithetical to her.” I saw one of those photos yesterday and thought of you — blurred just-airborne birds foregrounding bomb-clouds behind buildings. And I thought, oh! The birds! What must they think?
You know that memorial in London to the animals of war? It’s gutting.
My goodness, your magpies are so very different to our Australian ones. I adore ours. I’m sure yours must be just as wonderful. Sending love and hope for all. (All those daft, power hungry men. Sigh…)
Goodness, through so much of this piece I was whispering to myself, “I feel that too”. When I see bombs explode my thoughts also drift to: the animals, the breastfeeding mothers, the orphaned children.
I loved so much that Love was a her. I too have spent many a season with orphaned animals - in my case newborn orphaned kittens - and have revolved my time around cycles of Love and healing and release. Indeed, there is nothing more maternal than an absorption of love. Thank you for your stunning reflection, as always.
And yet … love will prevail, though she requires we witness it, for this is the agent of change. Thank you 🙏🤍
So beautifully written. Your sentiments are similar to mine as I watch my bird friends at my feeder and I see the interaction of nature. Thoughts of those who are raised in war, know no other way of living humbles me to pray for each one of the souls. Scars run deep in this population by what has been put aside as a "consequence".
Oh, dear Chloe, I feel bathed in this golden-lighted reminder that love is the field that holds us all. That love can “hold even that and those most antithetical to her.” I saw one of those photos yesterday and thought of you — blurred just-airborne birds foregrounding bomb-clouds behind buildings. And I thought, oh! The birds! What must they think?
You know that memorial in London to the animals of war? It’s gutting.
what a joy your words are Chloe, a little like the Robin who comes to sing for a sliver of cheese. Thank you.
My goodness, your magpies are so very different to our Australian ones. I adore ours. I’m sure yours must be just as wonderful. Sending love and hope for all. (All those daft, power hungry men. Sigh…)