A lot is happening in the world. Attacks, war, attacks, lost trust, attacks, and more.
I left the USA just as things began to heat up (unintentional on my part).
Now, I sit in England, not far from more attacks and war–France, Ukraine, and, because my idea of distance is different than other people’s, the Middle East and Africa….and all I want to do is talk about it, write about it, bring light to the truth of what is happening. However, in order to do that I must be there. I must talk with people. There is a story, many stories, that need to be shared. I rack my mind, thinking of ways to write truth into a world of lies. While anonymous officials make anonymous statements, REAL people are dying. Artillery is being fired.
People don’t stop living because their surroundings are in turmoil.
I read a brief interview transcript from NPR’s Corey Flintoff in which he shared the environment of Donetsk, Ukraine. Shelling, spurts of artillery going off—and I asked myself how it would change me to experience that.
Why are we all not asking ourselves that question?
Perhaps if we attempted to place ourselves in the shoes of those who are accustomed to guns constantly exploding in the near distance and where the death count is more than a number–it’s family, friends, the neighborhood grocer–we might work harder, and with more passion, for justice, truth, and ending the war(s).
*Photo of painting taken in summer 2014 at the Mint Museum in Charlotte, NC