... in a front yard down on Griffith Park Boulevard, with succulents and water drops from an early morning sprinkler. Prayer seems a pretty understandable course to follow: it is very gloomy sitting (as I'm doing as I type) watching the invasion of Ukraine get under way, and feeling extraordinarily passive and helpless. So many of the crises of the last couple of years - even the pandemic, but I was really thinking of social justice issues, or voting rights, or abortion rights, or or or, have demanded that at some level one takes an active role - or at least there's the very real ability to take action. But - apart from educating oneself, and apart from working to make sure that there's never ever any chance of electing the Putin-worshiping Trump again, it's deeply gloomy seeing dawn come up over Kyiv, with - so far as I can see - smoke drifting across the city's horizon.
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