The tides move in and out, and today I wake balancing the flow of the personal, my daughter-in-law’s grief over the passing of her mother and her father’s current ill-health, and what is happening in Ukraine.

After 9-11, the world united, and then there was war.  Perhaps this time, the world uniting can lead to peace.  Meanwhile each of us can feel the fragility of this spinning orb we share.

We have differences of opinion, and different responses, and it’s also very clear we need to get along.  

I think of the marsh with all the different niches, so that each bird, each beak, feeds.