living with uncertainty

 The world feels fragile, with fault-lines widening.

Cracks to step over

reminding me of the childhood sidewalk chant we sang as we walked.

 "Step on a crack, break your mother's back."

We didn't quite believe it, but we were still careful to avoid the lines.

646 killed in mass shootings this year in the United States

Ukrainian cities reduced to rubble

10s of millions displaced

floods and drought 

starvation

and Alabama trying a new method to kill people on death row by cutting off oxygen until they die.

I turn off the radio when news-time draws near

I don't want to listen 

I feel impotent. 

A kind someone gave me $50 to donate wherever I wish. 

I can't decide so it sits in an envelope 

on the dresser

in my bedroom.

I want $50,000

$500,00

50 million dollars to give

and still there will be suffering.

I can't post this blog entry as I haven't yet discovered the hopeful bit 

to hold gently to my chest

and sing to. 

So I think of the sunshine dancing among the trees

and remember the gifts of laughter 

wrapped and satin-bowed.

I hear the words "I love you Nana" 

while walking on the beach 

and gather rocks to ground me on this earth.

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