Reflections - Good and Bad

 

A dusting of white covers the bushes on the patio outside my bedroom window. Beyond the garden, the trees bend only slightly. I've seen them when they are twisted over in the ferocity of the Bise.

Inside, my bed is still warm. The dog is content. My husband checks headlines.

Today will be another writing day. 

A sense of peace occupies half my body, half my mind.

The other half is in turmoil as I think of the destruction of my birth country. 

A bit of hope seeps in a tiny stream into the fear-sadness-despair side with Judge Jia Cobb's ruling that the deployment of troops was illegal but is quickly rubbed out by Trump saying how lawmakers, who tell the military they should disobey illegal orders, should be executed. That's what his buddy and recent Saudi guest does.

The list of cruelties combined with ignorance, corruption, lies and greed that are prevalent in those at the top sickens me. Wars, lies, the threat of new wars dominate. Almost as bad are those that ignore what is happening or worse, approve of it and even vote for it.

The dog and my husband return from their morning walk. A squirrel, he says, jumped on a snow-covered branch. The snow falls on the dog. There's an analogy in there somewhere.