The Garden This Morning

It's warm enough to snow again, a soft sparkly snow. I find I have little to say these days. It's not that I am preoccupied with the disaster -- on the contrary, as 120,000 people die on the other side of the globe, my life goes on as usual. It is this, I think, that preoccupies me. How is it possible? The cats and dogs go on demanding attention; I go on being warm and safe in my winter house; the television goes on offering me trivial distractions. And snow falls, and melts, and falls, and melts.

Comments

[Jessica]

I feel sort of the same way. Though I have purposly avoided a lot of the news coverage so I wouldn't cry all day long, I still have pondered how it is that we are graced with the ability to live our lives as we always have and yet there is such loss elsewhere in our world. It feels a bit unfair.