As I finished the poem "Ring the bells that still can ring" came to mind. The debate came up again yesterday, how much to read the news? Tired refrains emerged: "We shouldn't just put our head in the sand" etc... This poem calls out a middle way between ostrich head-hiding, and a full-blown deep dive into the headlines.
It feels like ‘the winter of humanity’, Jonathan, and our spring feels as distant as the rising sun. Finding ways to reassert community is exactly what’s needed.
Yes!
Strength in numbers works both ways.
I’m going to have to believe the moral side is stronger
Sanity and a warm cup
In communion with others
Hegel who loved his coffee
And the morning newspapers
Would definitely
Agree
Frozen feet
On the Unter den Linden
Aside
As I finished the poem "Ring the bells that still can ring" came to mind. The debate came up again yesterday, how much to read the news? Tired refrains emerged: "We shouldn't just put our head in the sand" etc... This poem calls out a middle way between ostrich head-hiding, and a full-blown deep dive into the headlines.
this is wonderful . . .
greeting with a song
the increasing light of dawn
this quiet protest 💛
👍
I wholeheartedly agree with you. 😊
It feels like ‘the winter of humanity’, Jonathan, and our spring feels as distant as the rising sun. Finding ways to reassert community is exactly what’s needed.
Tempted to take my shoes off and skate along. Anyone else?
Wise words.
I love this one.
Beautiful Jonathan 🖤