It is a cancer within me. I cant un-see it, un-want it, or banish it. I made it mine and so it is.
Droog Shelter Alexandria Ukraine late April 2022 |
I suppose it is a cancer of a conscious that won't let rest. Dismiss it as too far away, and not mine to feel parental guidance for. It's another place, other people and even that isn't a clear enough choice to eradicate it. Preserve the self for the necrotic within.
Triggers. Todays was a full two page list of the collected phone calls tapped by Ukraine as Russian soldiers called home. Will America read them? Will they share my disgust and dismay? Can a cancer have a community of witnesses to grieve as one? Isn't humanity supposed to have kicked in by now. Like sometime in the tweens after AD occurred?
A street dog in Ukraine. A small act of kindness within a country at war. |
How are we still so tolerant of such aggression and egregious acts? I'm going to assume that these phone calls are legit, and I am going to say that I, from the little I saw when I was there, believe them. I just cannot feel much more than shame and empathy. Shame that madmen still walk among us and no one will step up and take down that plane before it hits its target and annihilates another thousand innocent civilians, and empathy that two countries children have to fight, die and witness what war turns people into for that same madman's ego.
Where are you going to fall in the course of history that marks our species? What cancer eats at you?
For more on this see Uproxx
For The New York Times article go here.
For more on my trip to Ukraine please see these previous articles;
The best recap I have on my experience is the podcast with Brendan Howard, The Veterinary Business Success Show.
Recognition, Resolution and Restitution blog
The Faces and The Ghosts, Coming Back from Ukraine
My personal note,, to those I left behind,, two and four legged,, I think about you everyday. My heart still beats within Ukraine. I will be back.. there is too much left undone.
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