The kestrel is hunting in my garden again today; a garden that saw a
brief flurry of snow yesterday, but is now bare. I have been feeling
tired, physically, emotionally, spiritually. I think, ‘my heart is
breaking’ — but that is not exactly it — it’s more like erosion. My
heart is eroding.
The photographs from Fallujah — which I will not link to here, but
they are easily found; the loss and dismembering of lives there, in the
Sudan, in so many places — and not by acts of god. The preoccupation here, and there, not with god, but with religion.
They say we may be hard-wired with the need for worship, for god, for
some kind of spirituality. I think some of us may be hard-wired for
logic and rationality as well, and such a dilemma this creates.
The kestrel takes a sparrow from the fence; the light fades earlier each day; and I am so tired.
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